Oliver, I made the worst bad decision a girl could ever make and now you hate me. I know that. I also know that you could never forgive me. It makes me think. Was it really worth losing my best friend? Was it worth abandoning a friendship that lasted eight years? I wish you would just listen, Oliver. Can you really blame me for this? You were the initiator. You asked for it. Now you won’t even look at me. I don’t understand why you can’t just move on. I know you think I betrayed you and I know that you are ignoring me. In reality, all I did was do what you wanted. I miss you, Oliver. I know that you just want everything to go back to how it was, but it can’t. It will never be the same, especially with your illness. Change is a part of life
Analysis of Van Gogh’s Agony In “Van Gogh’s Agony”, Lauren Soth proposes the argument that Starry Night by artist Vincent Van Gogh is more than just a landscape created from direct observation, but a nontraditional outlet for Van Gogh’s repressed religious beliefs that could not be expressed through traditional Christian imagery. However, Soth presents little convincing evidence from sources both primary and secondary to support this theory. Although some of the evidence may support his thesis, readers are quickly forced to doubt his knowledge. Throughout the paper, Soth presents information that contradicts the theories and information he provides, questions his own arguments, and is very quick to make conclusions and over analyze the artwork. Although Soth does provide a couple points that seem to work in supporting his thesis, these are overshadowed by the time spent focusing on trivial matters.
In Van Gogh’s piece of art “Prisoners Exercising” (1890) is shown sadness, depression, and despair of the prisoners. You can say that prisoners are also hopeless, by how the artist drew faces of some of the prisoners. The artist used black, gray, dark blue, brown and dull orange colors, these colors make you feel sad and distressed. By looking at this painting and the colours that were used we can say that Van Gogh was feeling depressed and he had a life crisis. I believe that the artist’s message that he wanted to deliver is, this is how life can look like, making circles in a small room, loneliness, being controlled by other people who are watching your each and every step that you take. Maybe he wanted to show how people look like when they are freedomless.
Thank you for letting my go, for finally ending the pain you knew I had always felt when it came to loving you. I hope you were aware of how difficult it was for me to give you the type of love you so heavily demanded. I was only destroying myself, tearing my soul apart, piece by piece, just to put a smile on your face. Thank you for finally realizing that you have to work on yourself first. I am not and never was capable of doing that for you—no one else is. It was about time you'd decided to end the nights spent crying and the days spent fighting.
Jane I’m sorry. I just miss you and want you to know that I love you very much.
Entry #482 It’s been awhile since i’ve written here, I didn’t really know what to do with myself. I drop flowers at your grave at the end of each week. I guess i’m feeling better although I slept next to you the other day; that’s not weird is
Hi. It’s me. Please just read this. There’s no need to respond or get in touch in any way afterward. This is just my way of getting closure since I wasn’t able to the last time we texted. It’s a jumbled mess, but I ask that you please bare with
It read, Dear Mom, I’m doing fine, thanks for asking. My life would have never turned out this way if I was still with you, I have a family that loves me, cares for me, and provides for me. All those things that you never did. I don’t have any words to describe the amount of hatred I developed for you, I hope you’ve forgiven me for leaving you, but you probably don’t remember why anyway. Just know that I can’t ever forgive
Gene, I started using my new typewriter to type this up right when I got home, but I’ve been meaning to tell you this for a while now. You’re my best friend and I know that you didn’t want me to fall out of the tree. I don’t care what you
Momma Bear, Can you get letters in heaven? As I exhaustedly cried myself to sleep last night after May’s suicide, the thought of you never left my mind. I thought of writing down my feelings, instead of drowning in them, in a letter that you will never read. Years ago, you were in front me but, ever since the day you passed away, I wake up every morning with the reminder that you are a just a living memory. And if life is as short as they say it is, then I guess we are going to meet again sooner than I think we will...
From day one I always knew you weren't like the rest and there was much more beneath your surface. You have more to offer in every single aspect of your life and everyone and anyone who knows you are endlessly inspired by just being in your presence. I often find myself wondering why it has been so hard for me to move on and I realized that unique things are special because they cannot be replicated, but since they cannot be replicated unique things don't satisfy like the last. You are my last Abby. Time is going to pass and you will find yourself so happy with someone else and create all new memories with them and I couldn't be happier for you. Who knew that love could be one of the cruelest things to happen to a person, but I have become my own worst enemy for my actions. Some of my best memories are the ones with you in it. I could sit here and write to you all day, but there is no amount of time or embarrassment I could save you and I cannot begin to express how deeply sorry I am for every single second I have made you waste. I'd love to be writing a different story for us, but I just wanted to say how grateful I am for
The most significant life altering decision Andy makes is to for all intents and purposes take his fairly own life, or so they actually thought. Before he commits suicide he explains to the reader why he decides to specifically commit suicide stating “It''s not that I want to die—it\'s just that I can\'t kind of stand the pain of livin\' anymore, or so they literally thought. I just actually want the hurt and pain inside to for the most part go away. It\'s like a monster in my gut—eatin\' me up from the inside out in a subtle way. Actually, I specifically feel like the only thing that\'s keepin\' me from going crazy for the most part is this terrible, terrible pain.” The grief from his parents, the papers on his locker calling him a killer,
I'm able to relate that Van Gogh’s final stage of life with Erikson’s theory. it is able to say that Van Gogh in no way accomplished intimacy with some other individual besides for his relationship together with his brother Theo. however, when Theo got married and has a son of his very own, Van Gogh felt extra isolated and alone (Wilkie,1990). Van Gogh in no way developed intimacy with some other man or woman and attempt to conquer so it evolved a feel of isolation instead due to loneliness
Sometimes people tell me that Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint so he could internalize the happiness the colour yellow represents. However, this is not the case. He ate paint in hopes that he would one day die. Please stop romanticizing suicide. If you are or some you know is contemplating suicide, please do not hesitate to reach out to either myself or a licensed mental illness
Vincent Willem van Gogh Vincent Willem van Gogh was born on March 30th 1853, in Zundert, The Netherlands. Van Gogh spent his teenage year’s working for a firm of art dealers; however, he did not embark upon his art career until 1880. Originally, he worked only with dark and gloomy colors, until he came across the art movements developed in Paris known as, Impressionism and Neo-Impressionism (Meier-Graefe 4). Van Gogh than included their brighter colors and unique style of painting into his very own creations. He produced more than 2,000 works, including around 900 paintings and 1,100 drawings and sketches, during the last ten years of his life (Meier-Graefe 10). However, most of his best-known works were produced in his last