The more times you get hurt, the harder it is to pick
yourself up again, and even when you do manage to restore yourself to a
vertical posture, you find yourself a little less trusting of the world. I am
aware of how horribly cynical this sounds, but sometimes, I guess a little part
of me suits doom-cookie-ness.
My mum always says it’s easier to spot a thief because you
can see what they have done, but with a liar, you never know. I know the world is
full of deceit, and that’s the problem. If people have lied to you in the past,
it not only wobbles your faith in them, but also in others...and I hate that.
Why should I doubt an honest person, because of what a dishonest person has done
to me? And yet, before the day has even begun, that there point has formed the
stormy raincloud that I assume will follow me all day.
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