to be misunderstood is to have your intentions or words misread by someone. it's horrible when that someone is a person you love and care about with all your heart. but there's something worse than being misunderstood. it's the pain of being perfectly understood, and yet being refuted and trodden down as if your words are trash, as if they have no consequence in the scheme of things.

if you were a lieutenant leading your soldiers into the jungle, and got ambushed, at least you can die knowing that if you had fought face to face with the enemy, you might have given him something to think about. but if you were facing your enemy and he promptly felled you with nothing more than a snigger of dismissal, then there isn't even room for any regrets or what ifs. you know you're beaten without anyone having to break a sweat, just like that. trodden all over, left for the crows.

i know now why my parents get angry with me. because good intentions are like little coupons to life -- they can buy happiness, or they can be torn up and thrown into the wind, to be lost forever. and very often, good intentions come with a price.