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Dear Diary...
I never started it like that, but oh well... anyways:
Dear Diary,
This is the first note i'm going to live here. And i don't know if it would make much sense...
But here i go:
people say they don't understand, and they also say that i don't understand them. and i think it's normal, because we are all so different, yet the same. We wear different style, we have a different way of speaking and behaving. We listen to different music... like different ice cream flavor. and we are all people... why don't we get each other still. and it hurts a lot sometimes...
Why would others claim nation to be all the same, just because they heard a story of one person? why would they say: you don't understand me? and they don't even give a chance to try... as they don't try themselves...
They call you in the middle of the night, to tell you how their love suffocate them, and how nobody in the world understands them. they expect ME to understand them... and you try... oh, how you try... but it seems to be useless, when they hang up saying: you never understand me.
I wonder, maybe i shouldn't even try to help anybody. I'm not a psychologist for anyone... I really respect my friend ALISSA - because she doesn't tell me her problems, and if she does she understands that sometimes it's hard to understand how she feels, and gives me time... thank you!
well this is my note of the day: should i even try to understand people, especially when they don't give you a chance.
<3 Ko
I never started it like that, but oh well... anyways:
Dear Diary,
This is the first note i'm going to live here. And i don't know if it would make much sense...
But here i go:
people say they don't understand, and they also say that i don't understand them. and i think it's normal, because we are all so different, yet the same. We wear different style, we have a different way of speaking and behaving. We listen to different music... like different ice cream flavor. and we are all people... why don't we get each other still. and it hurts a lot sometimes...
Why would others claim nation to be all the same, just because they heard a story of one person? why would they say: you don't understand me? and they don't even give a chance to try... as they don't try themselves...
They call you in the middle of the night, to tell you how their love suffocate them, and how nobody in the world understands them. they expect ME to understand them... and you try... oh, how you try... but it seems to be useless, when they hang up saying: you never understand me.
I wonder, maybe i shouldn't even try to help anybody. I'm not a psychologist for anyone... I really respect my friend ALISSA - because she doesn't tell me her problems, and if she does she understands that sometimes it's hard to understand how she feels, and gives me time... thank you!
well this is my note of the day: should i even try to understand people, especially when they don't give you a chance.
<3 Ko
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18.12.2006 в 20:52-
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15.01.2007 в 14:19U have a very interesting diary.
P.S: sorry for my English.
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08.02.2007 в 14:12-
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08.02.2007 в 16:35<3 KO
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09.02.2007 в 05:53-
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09.02.2007 в 05:59