Unloved

How can she survive? I haven't read the entire passage yet, but I hate her life already! How horrible, yet brilliant, were the depictions of dreary coastlines where solitude is as abundant as the waves. I cringe at the loneliness she suffers; I feel it all too quickly right now. What an odd word to use in this instance. Compared to Jane's loneliness, perhaps mine has befallen upon life as it pertains to me with steady precision. Jane has been, although one cannot be eased into such a state, accostumed to it her whole life. Already, I wish to reach out to her and become my ten-year-old self once again so we could play together. It would benefit the both of us, the easy friendship, and I have a deep sense that I may connect will with her character. No, I don't say that just because of the book. 

How ironic it seems to put someone who has just shown too much 'passion' into an entirely passionate room. It was the place where her Uncle died, and it sees barely any lifestyle take place there other than avoidance. Also, it is entirely red. The colour red invokes so much emotion, especially passionate anger, the different variations in colour seem to show these varied stages of emotion Jane is undergoing. Even if she has felt something of them in any small way in the past, she has never reacted until now. The red of her prison and the crimson of blood match all too well... it is vivid and left me wanting to smear the blood all over the deep red carpet, just to prove something. If I were in Jane's position, I would have done it just to have the warm gooey substance off my skin. Yet, this would have also shown more of Jane's anger, and her sudden need to let go of it all. 

Such a wonderful image of her own ghost appears in my mind when I read about her reflection. How scary to see her from her own perspective, yet looking as a spirit. 

Ah, the trickery and brilliance of the childs' mind. really, just the imagination if general - how one can be in the process of thinking of something then will it to be true in the same instance. How terrible to receive what you've wished for when you haven't really thought it over. Even a childs' wishes being put in content, Jane's especially. (Perhaps vengeance isn't necessarily pure....)

BA HUM BUG! Analyzing emotions at ten years old. When you are young in spirit, let emotions control you! Do not hold back at the fear of not understanding them. This is a part of learning and growing, not a task expected of you until older. While one might question who wants to deal with the undeveloped understanding of emotions in a girl who has just seemed to find an outlet for them...darn it all. I just lost my point. The vague idea seemed clear in my mind, yet now it is just foggy and slipping away more and more. 

To alienate a child from love, above all other things, is a most horrible offense that I would condemn with the exact punishment. As horrible as it is in books, it occurs in real life! I agonize over this fact. It reminds me of this bizarre story; two daughters, switched at birth accidentally, yet one mother raised the wrong daughter knowing perfectly that it was a mistake at the hospital. The two families were neighboors who hated each other. 40 freakin' years later, the mother said this to her 'daughter': "We never really expected that much from you because we knew you weren't ours." I can't understand how you could raise a child and not learn to love them. Pure cruelty. Nothing can condone the way Jane is being treated! For crying out loud Mrs. Reed, go DIE! You're exactly like those girls in middle school who say they want to be your best friend forever and then turn their backs on you to plan your social DEATH! BURN IN HELL! Children must learn deceitfulness from SOMEWHERE in order to be deceitful. Children are generally loving and kind and will not forsake the truth just to piss off their aunts. Children DON'T GO TO HELL! Oh yeah, and if their is something WRONG with the flippin' child, it's because the parent freaking sucks. Excuse my poor language at this point, but anything nicer would just be a lie. Sheesh, your entire family, Mrs Reed, makes me want to vomit. There is nothing precious or special about your children. You should be haunted every moment of the day with your husband's miserable shadow of life, just so you can suffer almost as much as you deserve. I HATE YOU! 

Jane rocks as a ten year old.