How close is too close?

I had to ask myself that question today, because I think I found out what too close is. It brought back some horrible memories I would rather forget. All I think I can do is confront the person and demand that they leave me alone. I want the memories to go away, but they won't. These memories are not just memories, but questions. One major one is: Did I enjoy this closeness? I want to say no I didn't enjoy it, because it would be easer. I can't forget the feeling or the thought and it gives me an unnatural chill. I hate it and it makes me sick. Go away and stop terrifying me! Why can't I just forget?

How do you react if someone is cruel to you?

Someone was mean and heartless to me. They attacked the fault I despise in myself, my literary prowess. I have been lacking in English all of my life. I have struggled with it since I was a child and it continues to hamper my other abilities. For my peers, reading and writing the English language is as easy as speaking it. I am not so fortunate and I struggle to communicate efficiently. I am in envy of the many that can take words and weave them in to a blanket of text. Part of doing this blog was to improve my typing skills and written text. I would hope everyone can understand that people have abilities and faults. We need to except them for who they are. I can not be angry at this person, because he did not know of my struggle. I feel a little knowledge can go a long way in solving a problem. PS Friends forgive and forget.