Wednesday, February 21, 2007

life as a shoe

It's funny when people say "Don't worry, I understand." When actually they really don't. How can they? They're not you. They don't go through the same shitty world that you do. It's time to stop telling people to put theirselves in someone else's shoes. How can they? It's either it doesn't fit them or the shoes are too big for them. And even if they try to fit in, they cannot wear your shoe. It's your own shoe. And you'll be wearing the same fuckin' shoe for the rest of your goddamn life.
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Anonymous said...

hmm funny.

I reacted the same thing when a friend told me she understood me once since na-experience na daw tu niya akong situation. but i told her she can never understand since two people can't have exactly the same places on a boat.

eh? XD

-meow

Thursday, February 22, 2007 1:35:00 AM

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