When I memorized the poem “Richard Cory” I started to think differently. I thought about why he might have killed himself, and I thought about how the poem relates to my life today. It seems like eveyone including myself feel obligated to do certain things to “fit in”. Most people feel unhappy so they act like they have everything under control, like their life’s are “perfect”. However, when they are alone nobody it their to comfort them, because nobody knows how they truly feel. Due to this they feel like nobody cares about them, which leads to their death.
The only things I read when I’m at home are the post I see on social media since I’m more on my phone that any other thing. I also read when I’m asked to, however other than that I don’t read for fun. Although, I know it’s improtant to read I feel like I have to do other things than to sit down in complete silence and pick up a book to read it.
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