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i finally got my palm back. and it’s a new one. i won’t even start to tell you the trouble i brought myself because of this new pda.

you know you shouldn’t have, but due to lack of judgment and hasty decisions, you did. and the moment you’re there, you regret it. you wish you could take it back and turn back time for just a minute, maybe just that split second when everything fell apart. but naturally, you can’t. coz life’s like that. and it sucksss.

argh.

women have this stupid fascination with shoes. especially stilettos. When you have wide feet like me, wearing comfortable shoes is hard enough, but, still i buy the gut wrenching shoes, making myself vulnerable to unnecessary torture and pain… because…. because… because??? ah i could come up with a million reasons why we so love the deadly shoes, but when your feet start to ache like hell and your toes start to get numb from lack of blood circulation, you forget all the reasons and you just want to throw the damn shoes away and dip your feet into a tub of warm water. you tell yourself that you’ll never wear the same shoes again and you vow never to buy something that does more harm than good for you.

but, given a few weeks, or maybe just a few days, you’re back there, breathing the air three inches higher than the air God intended you to, writhing in pain.

It’s almost impossible to find the perfect fit. The good ones are almost impossible to find, often, they’re either too scrawny or too spiteful. The sturdy ones are always too expensive, they’re not even worth it. the cheap ones are always shoddy and drab… too weak to even last. the sexier the shoes, the more they’re likely to hurt and betray you. And the one’s that are actually good for you? They’re usually either flat, dull, plain and have no personality at all.

men are like stilettos, you know they’re bad for you, you know they’ll hurt you, you know they’re not worth the pain, but still,

you buy them, dream about them, and even go crazy for them.

and when you bleed, you rest for a while, then you’re back to wanting them again as if nothing bad ever happened the last time you had them.

and even if you get lucky and you do find the perfect fit, God knows how long they’ll last.

ahh shoes. ahh men.