I’m tired, I don’t know what I’m doing, I want to leave, I don’t want to be here anymore and they don’t want to let me go, I feel prisoner, I feel I can’t resist no more, they are trying to make me one of them and I don’t want to, I cant. That’s why I decided to stay as much far from this place as I can, I am trying to keep alive what I want inside of me, to stay alive this way. Nevertheless, no matter how many times I try, I’ve ended up getting in the pain of soma, letting it get in my system and kill me slowly. But not even this gave me the strength to continue, because this isn’t a life for
"I loved you. You know that, but you changed, you avoided even looking at me. The reason for my absence was never to get away from you, it was to find enough distraction to keep myself from returning to you." his eyes swelled and cheeks full of glittering tears "All this time I craved to be loved, and you just didn't care enough. So yes, I do blame you," he walked away slowly," and no, I'm not going to spend another moment masking that sadness in me."
However, as Macbeth is aware, his actions to protect himself never managed to address the perpetuation of Banquo’s line or the opposition from Macduff, which are the core threats to not only Macbeth’s own power but also that of his descendants. The perception that, because of this, he has been unable to make any significant progress in bringing his situation under his control leaves Macbeth feeling weary of trying to do so and disenchanted with life. By using repetition to portray time as a never-ending cycle that drives those who try to alter it to exhaustion,
Have not been able to give Juliet a choice in who she marries and being too intense cause them to feel as if they needed to run away together to void on. If he'd given Juliet a chance none of this would've happened. Basically he just needed to take a chill
The number one thing I’ve learned in this entire process is that the only way anyone can rise from the ashes and make something out of the debris that is their life is to change themselves. I’m not talking about changing your zip code, or rearranging your face or other body parts. I’m talking about digging deep, looking within and taking responsibility and accountability for your own mess. For me, I had to accept that I should have never married my husband; I knew he wasn’t the man for me. I have to accept that I was impulsive and emotional and didn’t plan or prepare for my next step after telling my husband I was done.
I would repeatedly try convincing my parents using bandwagon, however, the argument would never go my way. Until I found a rational example of why I should be receiving a phone, my argument was always invalid, not containing enough support or any at all. After
I know I should, and the reason is purely selfish. Aunt Glenna said that if I visit her, not to expect her to know me. I am not prepared to deal with that yet. I am not ready to let her go. But if she passes and I don’t get to see her, I know I won’t be able to live with myself.
Albert Camus once said “you will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of,” and although I was not only looking for happiness within myself, the same principle applied. Contentment was extremely hard to find because I was entirely concerned with that of