The Carrie Blog

     People used to describe me as a passionate person; when I felt something, I felt it to the greatest possible extent. I used to hurt more than anyone I knew, or many other people knew, because I let things penetrate too far into me. I don't know why I did it, but I thought it was almost fun. Being such a dramatic person seemed more interesting to me than being a simple one. So that's what I chose to be; up until the point where it became too much. I then found myself stuck in a truly dramatic situation, which was especially a problem for me because I didn't know how to deal with it. Because I had no experience in, "looking on the brighter side of things" I had absolutely no salvation. I drowned in my own remorse because I didn't know how to swim.

     But this blog isn't meant to be about that, it's questioning whether I still have that passion within me. When I feel pain now, it doesn't hit me as hard as it used to. I've matured into a happier person, but does that mean I am now incapable of falling that far into my emotions as I used to? I love music, places, few material items, and certain other qualities of life. But I have found that I no longer care for as many people. That's the passion I'm talking about. When I stopped with all the drama, did I stop caring?