Sometimes I wonder how people can seemingly dwell only on the pretty, beautiful, lovely things in life. Maybe I come from a place where I see everything as broken and held together only by tiny threads of silk just waiting to snap? Maybe I am just completely paranoid and lacking on any faith to draw from? Maybe I am all of the above and that makes me totally unsuitable for existence alongside you and everyone else? More than likely, that would be it.

I can’t trust people, I don’t trust them nor do I wish to. I can love, I can like but I can’t trust. Just seeing the horrible things people do to each other at whim, well that is enough of an indication that I could be next.

Is it a healthy thing to just wait to be screwed over? No of course it isn’t. I’ll be the first to admit it. However, in a world where everyone seems to walk around in a daze consumed by the hyperreal, I think I am sensible not to be blind-sided when my personal reality is finally shaken.