That moment where you feel bad for The Duke in Moulin Rouge: when he realizes that Satine fooled him into thinking that she loved him.
Yeah. I know that feeling well.
I wish the pain would just go away. Disappear.
It doesn't seem like it's going to go away for a long time. Probably this is comparable to Elle. Elle was my best friend in sixth grade. I loved her and deeply valued her friendship. In seventh grade, this nasty bitch Mel invaded my group of friends and made them all hate me. Not only did she make them all hate me, but she made them pretend to like me when really they hated me behind my back. I will never forget the pain I felt when I found out that Elle actually hated me, and had been fooling me for some time into thinking that she was my best friend.
It took me years to get over that pain. If I remember correctly, I was so upset that I cried about it every day for a full year. I became very depressed.
I just think it's cruel that I've experienced this horrible kind of pain so many times. How many times can a heart mend itself up again after being so seriously injured?
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