A New Life
Alrighty...where do I start?
Well. How bout by accepting the fact that I've been losing the ones I love for the past 2 weeks now? A certain best friend and a certain so-called best friend have both left me. Then, there is my ex. Really, I'm out here on a limb. By myself. I'm all alone now.
Mother says that it's probably for the best. Those friends weren't really my friends anyways? I don't know. I feel like they were, and they always will be. I hold no grudges. But it still pisses me off that they would leave me.
I loved her. And I loved both of the men. But I know that we all have different lives to lead, different dramas to deal, and different choices to make. They chose to embark on a road to self discovery while I embark on a road to loneliness and sadness, only to improve myself. I don't know how I'm making this make sense, but...that's just how I feel.
Here's the poem of the day:
The Road Not Taken
---Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Well. How bout by accepting the fact that I've been losing the ones I love for the past 2 weeks now? A certain best friend and a certain so-called best friend have both left me. Then, there is my ex. Really, I'm out here on a limb. By myself. I'm all alone now.
Mother says that it's probably for the best. Those friends weren't really my friends anyways? I don't know. I feel like they were, and they always will be. I hold no grudges. But it still pisses me off that they would leave me.
I loved her. And I loved both of the men. But I know that we all have different lives to lead, different dramas to deal, and different choices to make. They chose to embark on a road to self discovery while I embark on a road to loneliness and sadness, only to improve myself. I don't know how I'm making this make sense, but...that's just how I feel.
Here's the poem of the day:
The Road Not Taken
---Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I -
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.