I realised that there are more things in the world that I hate than love.
Oh, and the possibility that I might be suicidal, because to quote from a physcologist, suicidal people feel that the world is a terrible place with no other doors open but death.
WHICH I DENY. I DENY ALL COUNTS OF BEING SUICIDAL AND INSANE, OR ANGSTY.
IT'S NOT TEENAGE ANGST!
I sound like Beatrice o.0
Maybe reading that excerpt from 'Paradise Lost' didn't really help.
Anyway, I am getting fustrated beyong my limits because of the STUPID literature worksheet and I can't find examples of repetition! I only know that there are whole sentences being repeated, but pattern of repetition? What answer do they expect? The structure of the poem?
To end this post, I would comment on my feelings of being an absolute misanthrope, even though I do want companionship (yes, I am a hypocrite) I still don't like people in general.
Weird physcology.
Strangely I find that deranged and upset people who act badly easy to understand.
I'm weird that way.