Jessie

Lately I have been feeling like a big fish in a little pond. Translation: Jessie the cowgirl from Toy Story 2 after Emily left her for donations. Old, passe', lifeless, useless. Correct me if I am wrong, but I believe that every person has a need to be acknowledged. I have a need to be acknowledged. I have a need to be needed, but in this crazy new life, I feel like I am not needed. Have you ever heard of 'it's better to give than to receive?' I have always taken this so literally, but I just realized what it truly meant. I really hate feeling helpless. I would rather be the one helping. Then again, I think it is too late for me. Life has taken a turn now. I am now Jessie, simply a member of the Round-up Gang, a group that is not and will not be completed. I am no longer the cowgirl that put a smile on Emily's face. Like any other being in this world, my value depreciated. I'm just confused why people could not get that. People expect too much from me, but I have nothing more to give. The best I could do is go with the flow and hope that Woody comes back to save the Round-up Gang.