For example, the girl in the story says that she "hung around places where he might be seen, and then pretended not to see himaE(365). When I read this, I was reminded of how consumed I
once was. I used to do exactly that, hang around and wait, and then when I would finally come in contact with my love, pretend not to see him. I would always ask myself why Why was I not allowing myself to regain control of my life, and just move on Honestly, that question reoccurred in my mind at least fifty times a day; yet still I continued to be self-destructive, much like Munroe's character. I say this because the girl is so young and naive. She drinks to the point of being sick, while also attempting to harm her self with an over dose of aspirin. "That was the beginning of months of real, if more or less self-inflicted, misery for meaE(365). Obviously, she is not dealing with the break up in a healthy way.
Unlike the character in the story, I was not at that point of misery, but I can totally relate to and understand why such heartache would bring you self-inflicted pain. Again, much like Munroe's character, I felt pain and heartache; I could not rid my self of the feeling