I don't know what it is, me or this world, I become a bitter person by age. I miss the younger me, so pure and naive, always have compassion to others no matter how much I was let down by them. But now, it's so hard for me to just like people. I always think good of the people, looking for excuses for their behavior, one too many second chances. But I feel by doing all that made me hate them more deeply inside. Like how I feel about Sherry, the love and hate relationship friend I have since 2006. I can't stand her but can't live without her.
Human is a very complicated being and I am surely one of them.
Human is a very complicated being and I am surely one of them.