Posted: October 4, 2013 in Uncategorized

I have always been a very emotional and sensitive person. Things that happen to me, I rarely forget. It sticks in me like a thorn, causing pain endlessly and even when it heals over, it’s always there. I’m always affected by things people say, people do, to me. I CAN’T brush it off. I dwell and dwell and I just don’t get over it.

Sometimes I imagine if I died from suicide. I can already sort of imagine. Person A will be asking Person B, “How come you didn’t know? I thought you were close to her!” and Person B would say “No i wasn’t! I always thought she and Person C were close?” And it goes on and on. Because most people think I have lots of friends, but truth is I have close to none.

“Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice. “

Robert Frost is my absolute favorite poet. 

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