The Road I've Taken (Well, the one I will)

I thought I understood Robert Frost's "The Road Not Taken". It popped up into my head when I read a recent status of a person who is, well it's pretty hard to explain who this chick is but she has never been a great person to me since what, 5th grade? Anyways, so after reading this Myspace status, I clicked on her page and the results of it was, well, not too satisfying. I felt I had two choices.
The choices are similar because they deal with all three of us but different because they will of course have different effects.” Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both," is how Frost starts this classic poem. I know that I can never do both choices. They start off on the same path but something is dividing it. Something, something noticeable. Something that you just can't walk through and basically do both, but have to just choose.
"And be one traveler, long I stood, And looked down one as far as I could, To where it bent in the undergrowth;" Right now, I am the only one who knows this problem at this moment in my head. I just sat there, looking, reading and rereading and thinking. I sat and thought about where both paths would lead me to and which one is greater or better than the other.
"Then took the other, as just as fair, and having perhaps the better claim, Because it was grassy and wanted wear; Though as for that the passing there Had worn them really about the same," Each choice seems to have the same ending of unhappiness. Could the ending really be two different endings? If so which would be better, they, from what I imagine, both suck and are the same. The end would be well, the end of us.
"And both that morning equally lay In leaves no step had trodden black. Oh, I kept the first for another day! Yet knowing how way leads on to way, I doubted if I should ever come back" In the morning, Monday morning I mean, I will have my decision made already. That is exactly when I will chose my path and walk down it. However, I don’t think I can save the other except for in a memory. Maybe I can walk down it the next time around because at this moment, I doubt that I will ever be able to return to where it first started.
"I shall be telling this with a sigh. Somewhere ages and ages hence:" If I make a mistake with this and it causes such trouble or if this made a big difference in my life, I know I'm going to tell someone along this path whether it helped or not. That's what mistakes are for. I'd probably even blog on it. "Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference." Maybe, confrontation is the on less traveled by. Maybe that will make all the difference. Maybe it is the right way to go. But I am unsure like the rest of the world how this poem ends. What did he mean? Is he happy with his choice or not? Will I be happy with my choice or not? Is he sighing of sadness or is it a good sigh of looking back and reminiscing? If I make this choice, will I know the true feeling at the end of this poem? Is this poem from experience or just a silly, clever little thought in mind of Mr. Robert Frost? I've always been told that I am just a silly little girl. Will I make a silly mistake or have a clever experience? Will I have a good outcome? I'll just let what little piece of my heart I have left to guide me on what to do tomorrow. I'll take the road less traveled. The road that will rest my heart and that, that will make all of the difference for me...

HERO-->noun, a man of distinguished courage or ability, admired for his brave deeds and noble qualities.

I think sometimes, we expect a hero to come along and just pick you up and swing you around. The one person you can count on to always acknowledge you that you are there. Or at least not to pass you by.
I think sometimes we expect our boyfriends/girlfriends to be out heroes. We think because we like someone, and that they say they like you back, I guess we just think oh, they have no downfalls. We believe that they can change anything and that they can turn off all the bad things in their head. They can’t. Everyone has a kryptonite. Everyone has their demons. I’ve never known that to be an excuse.
From the youngest age, especially us girls, we have been brainwashed into thinking a prince is going to come. We think that there will always be someone to save us and at-least hold the door open. That you when you walk out that door he holds open, there’s a brick road and your surround by the most beautiful of flowers. That you’re the only girl in the world at that moment with them. That every second is suppose to feel like summertime. I wish my mother didn’t brain wash me. I wish she would have never told me stories about Prince Charming and knights in shinning armor. Come to think of it, every story he has a new girl. Is it that important to be a princess? Is it so important that you would give up all your sense to become a princess even if your not his only girl?
No, I rather be a peasant than one of many of the prince’s girls.
To be honest, I don’t even know exactly what I am getting at anymore. Maybe sometimes we look for our heroes. Maybe our heroes should find us. Maybe we should wait for our hero to come. Someone a little older and much stronger mentally and physically.
If your “hero” was a flirt before you came along, don’t ever think that you can change that. If in the past, your hero cheated or if you see with your own eyes and everyone else in the world sees he’s all over some other girl and your supposed friend (fake a** friend) and if you were stupid enough to think that that was going to change ever and never escalate, then something is wrong with you. Everyone, I mean every last person on this Earth has a kryptonite. Some alcohol, some drugs, some can actually be just girls in general, or just one person. The person who I expected to be my hero, his weakness I guess is just girls.
To anyone reading this, if someone ever reads this, I am not saying your kryptonite is an excuse to do what ever you want. That would be bull. Just think, would you scream at Superman for failing to save you? Aquaman didn’t save me when I was drowning. Batman was never there when I fall. I fall so often too. If you were hit by a car, I bit Edward Cullen didn’t run out there to push it out of the way. My foot just fell asleep. Footman isn’t coming is he? (Whoever that is, I don’t know a footman, my foot just fell asleep.)
I don’t want to deal with this. I’m too young for the drama I go through everyday of my life. I have my own problems and I don’t need people adding to them. I don’t know exactly how to go about solving this problem to be honest.  I don’t know where to go from here. I wish all problems could come to an easy end.
Right now, I don’t think I need a hero. I’ve saved myself and others too many times before. I can be my own hero. If the everyday ones even exist. Unstable people like me, I guess, we get more tricked into thinking that we need one. I guess all along, all I’ve been looking for is just a distraction from my problems. I had one for a minute and I lost one. All of it piled back on me because there was nothing to distract me and I couldn’t take it. If this is all lost, its nothing to cry over or be angry for but, I am going to allow myself to be disappointed for not more than a day. So if heroes do exist, and mine comes a long, that’ll be, well, indescribable.