I lost my faith in people on December the 2nd 2008. She took a part of me that day,
and I still hate her for it.
I miss knowing that people were good, and that they just do bad things occasionally. Now I think people are neutral. Sometimes they do good things, sometimes they don't. I miss my innocence and my optimisim.
No this isn't an emo cry for help. Writing it down in a semi-private way just helps me
to stop burrying feelings, which has become a habit.
