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Ethos.
Pathos.
Logos.
The three basis as to what arguments are founded on.
Ethos being ethics, moral value based on an ethical stand point.
Pathos being emotional, basing an argument on things that hold strong chords to one’s heart. Be them negative or positive.
And Logos, the logic of the three. Arguments based on fact with supporting evidence behind it.
I keep finding myself in my head, lately. Thinking about random things, about past arguments, about past failures. I seem to be beating myself up a lot lately. I guess it goes to show that no one can punish you more for something that has happened than yourself. Though I haven’t figured out yet what I’m punishing myself for.
Who really does have the right to distribute punishment?
Am I still punishing myself because of Taylor?
Ugh.. I miss him. I won’t ever be able to go to Michigan.. I’m not one for violence, but I will find the driver who killed him.. And I will make him or her wish that they were never born. They took something so close away from me, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive them for it.
It’s been flying around through my head lately.. How I didn’t get to say Goodbye. That I didn’t get to tell him I loved him one last time.
I should have stopped him. He knew I was against him going to that person’s house. That I was against him smoking pot and doing drugs. I should have stood up and told him I wanted him to stay home with me. I should have been selfish for the first time in my life and demanded him to stay..
.. I had a bad feeling about him going anyway.
I had a bad panic attack that night too.
Did you know, that ever time I close my eyes.. Tears rim my eye lashes?
Even now.. I know it’s pointless. I know that no matter who many tears I cry, it won’t bring him back.
But it happens anyway.
I moved his letters from under my pillow to next to my bed. I’m trying to get over his death. I’m trying not to be so dependent on those silly pieces of paper.. But I can’t help it. I still pull them out from where they’re hidden and run my fingers over the words on the pages. Like it's going to bring some form of comfort, or bring him back.
.. Or make all of this go away. Reverse what happened.
I’m pathetic.
I always feel like I can’t breathe when I think of him.
My heart keeps sinking. I should be okay with this already.
June 18, 2008
The worst day of my life.
I miss you, Taylor.
Pathos.
Logos.
The three basis as to what arguments are founded on.
Ethos being ethics, moral value based on an ethical stand point.
Pathos being emotional, basing an argument on things that hold strong chords to one’s heart. Be them negative or positive.
And Logos, the logic of the three. Arguments based on fact with supporting evidence behind it.
I keep finding myself in my head, lately. Thinking about random things, about past arguments, about past failures. I seem to be beating myself up a lot lately. I guess it goes to show that no one can punish you more for something that has happened than yourself. Though I haven’t figured out yet what I’m punishing myself for.
Who really does have the right to distribute punishment?
Am I still punishing myself because of Taylor?
Ugh.. I miss him. I won’t ever be able to go to Michigan.. I’m not one for violence, but I will find the driver who killed him.. And I will make him or her wish that they were never born. They took something so close away from me, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive them for it.
It’s been flying around through my head lately.. How I didn’t get to say Goodbye. That I didn’t get to tell him I loved him one last time.
I should have stopped him. He knew I was against him going to that person’s house. That I was against him smoking pot and doing drugs. I should have stood up and told him I wanted him to stay home with me. I should have been selfish for the first time in my life and demanded him to stay..
.. I had a bad feeling about him going anyway.
I had a bad panic attack that night too.
Did you know, that ever time I close my eyes.. Tears rim my eye lashes?
Even now.. I know it’s pointless. I know that no matter who many tears I cry, it won’t bring him back.
But it happens anyway.
I moved his letters from under my pillow to next to my bed. I’m trying to get over his death. I’m trying not to be so dependent on those silly pieces of paper.. But I can’t help it. I still pull them out from where they’re hidden and run my fingers over the words on the pages. Like it's going to bring some form of comfort, or bring him back.
.. Or make all of this go away. Reverse what happened.
I’m pathetic.
I always feel like I can’t breathe when I think of him.
My heart keeps sinking. I should be okay with this already.
June 18, 2008
The worst day of my life.
I miss you, Taylor.