youve never walked a mile in anyone elses shoes

Jul 10, 2004 00:44

sometimes i just cant handle everything.
reading anarchofeminist zines and realizing how im not really that overly sensitive, its just that all of my peers put up this incredible facade of an emotionless void.
...all i really want is to be accepted and understood, and somehow i cant get that, even from the people who i know and respect as my loved ones.
people dont understand or try to understand how i just need time sometimes, that all of my time cannot be devoted to one person or thing... they do not empathize, they just give me hell.
and when i say 'leave me alone' and i am crying, i just want to be left alone. im not mad....i just want to be left alone.
last night one of my closest and longest-known friends told me that another friend's boyfriend was talking about beating the shit out of her when they got home. i gave this chin-drop appalled look and my friend said 'now haley dont get all ranting and raving about it, stay out of their relationship'....it made me realize how fucked up people are and how they just avert their eyes to such injustices and how the fuck can they look down on me for being disgusted with that kind of information? am i supposed to just pretend that i dont care about that girlfriend, that i dont give a fuck that shes getting beat by someone who should cherish all that she is?
it also made me realize that the friend of mine who said that, although ive known them for years and years, does not even respect my morals and beliefs and how can i be such good friends with someone like that? not agreeing is one thing, not respecting is another.
we all carry this tough attitude, but when are we going to realize that things just cant go on this way?
which brings me to the point of why the fuck do i allow myself to go into these situations, fully knowing what will happen?
i just keep on trying....and it always ends up the same. just different people.
should i just give up.
i used to be this field of pure white snow, too. now im all these muddy footprints. walked all over again.
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