In Their Shoes

It is so difficult listening to another person tell you what your life is. I received an e-mail that my aunt had sent me, regarding the way I have been for the past six months or so. It is such a depressing thing when you hear and take a look at what other people see in you. I feel like when I read things about me and how people view me, I wish I could be in there shoes. I could be that kid at school that I never talk to, or that mom that tries her best to understand her daughter and why she distances herself from her. That sister who hurts when she hears and sees what her little sister is doing. That story book anonymous voice that knows everything that is going on in that person's life and head. But that is exactly it. I guess I do see how others see it, but I don't understand why I am so immune to it. Or maybe I am not?