Hurt

all the time. I dream about you. Once in a blue moon, I cry. This letter isn’t to show how awesome you were. It’s to put you into my shoes and hopefully feel a tenth of the hurt I felt. Sometimes, even if someone doesn’t do anything particularly bad, you have to think about how they made you feel. You made me feel worthless, hurt, upset, etc. I’m not blaming this on you. I’m not blaming this on anyone. God made me feel that sadness and pain for a reason. I don’t have to have a reason for blocking someone

I felt terrified for what that entails. When he asked me for the first time if I would be his girlfriend, my answer was no. Even though I told him no, he kept asking me several times after that and every time, I still said no. It hurt me a lot to say no and I know it hurt him just as much. He knew that I liked him and I knew that he liked me, but in the end, my thought was that the relationship would not work out. A couple of months later, in December, I went on vacation. I realized then that I had

her fighting. Still to this day I question why mom stays with you, what you have done to deserve your amazing family even though it seems you often forget about us. I struggle day to day with you because you were always the one I went to when I was hurt, when I was sad, or when I just wanted to talk about something. I have always been a daddy's girl, but that has made all of this even harder. When we’re out doing stuff I forget about what you do, what happens at home. But after time a switch flips

Carter Freed and I are best friends, and I don’t know a single soul who’d tell you otherwise. We grew up in the early 2000s—a time when Carter and I would spend hours creating pieces of Lego art and when we loved the impossibly square yellow sponge who lived in the ocean. We were similar to other boys our age, of course, in the way that we chased girls on the playground but also tried to avoid them, or we’d get their cooties. Actually, we tended to stay away from girls in general; most often, we

badly of Boo. After the fire, when Atticus begins realizing what is happening, Jem pleads Atticus to stay silent. He tells Atticus that, “I swear to god he ain’t ever harmed us, he ain’t ever hurt us, he coulda cut my throat from ear to ear that night but he tried to mend my pants instead… he ain’t ever hurt us, Atticus” (Lee 96). This demonstrates that Jem does not want Boo to get in trouble. He develops empathy for Boo and is beginning to understand/imagine what Boo is going through. He begins to

Most Difficult: The one concept that I found difficult to understand in the reading was Cognitive Coping. I got confused oh how the research connected and explained the topic. What I do understand is that Coping is basically getting use to what has happened. How I resolved the problem was I read more and went to a website called http://www.medscape.com/viewarticle/444154 and found that Coping mechanisms are ways to which external or internal stress is managed, adapted to or acted upon. In the

Standing Up The best kind of friendship are the ones where you aren’t afraid or embarrassed doing anything in front of them. You don’t feel like you would get judged or you could say anything without hesitation. I had that friendship for a while, for years actually. All my memories were filled with laughs and smiles when it came to her. Sophomore year, all of that changed. Madison and I decided it would be fun if we took dance class together and so we did. The time came around where we had to create

were. Since he was the “step-kid” my dad thought it was okay to blame everything on him and treat him bad. When I was little it didn’t seem to bother me because I didn’t know what was going on but when I hit 4th grade is when I started realizing how hurt my brother was by how my dad was treating him. It started making me angry when my dad would do that because to me I didn’t see Michael any different. Yes, he may have a different dad but he’s lived with me my entire life that I didn’t see why my dad

the way. I had never been to the fish hatchery before, so I was pretty excited. As I arrived there I could instantly see ponds, fish tanks, and other things to hold fish. I raced to the nearest pond to look at the fish. “Slow down, you don't want to hurt anything,” I heard Jason yell. I of course ignored him and kept going. I took about five minutes at each pond or tank to look at all the fish. I was blown away at all the different kinds of fish. I had only seen the normal ones at the pet shops, but

I’m in Disney World, Orlando Florida. I’m dressed as Cinderella. Everyone smiles down at me in a fond gaze. My dad’s eyes twinkle as he holds my hand and my mother smiles brightly when she takes my picture on the Polaroid. I’m fuming. What I aspired wanted to be was Jack Sparrow. “How on earth,” I thought, “am I supposed to do anything macho in this ridiculously tight blue dress?” Nothing. Absolutely nothing. We step onto the Disney Rail Road. There were a few people in our section. I thought nothing