The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

Scared to be caught up

My head is going through some of the scariest thoughts right now.

The last time I thought about these things was probably around summer of 2003, when we started to become very close friends. I am totally clear on the fact that he's IS NOT my type. But for some reason, I realized that I am doing a little bit too much FOR him... which actually scares me a lot. I am afraid of being caught up. I really don't want to re-do the history.

And, for some reason, I don't know why I felt a bit sad when he said he may leave next year. This is not a good sign. I told myself.

I will stop this. Yes I will.

I should probably start blogging

I constantly have thoughts that I wanted to put it down in writing but never get the chance to do so. So I thought I should really start blogging.

I hope I can keep this place at secret as possible so I can really blog about the people I know, and say things about them and their relationship with me.