Wake up, kids !

we've got the dreamers disease

Six minutes of indecision followed by the wrong decision. Or was it right? You never really know until all that you've done has become a memory you can look back on. There are no mistakes, only lessons, and every decision is a fork in the road, we can never escape the what if's maybe in a parallel universe, there would be no lies, no insecurities, nothing wrong at all. We'd all be happy and be free of heartache. We'd all love until our hearts give out and we'd know nothing of pain. But that would be boring, we'd never learn, we'd never have stories to tell.

In your head.

It's funny how you think you can trust a person. And when they blow it, you're left wondering if they were who you thought they were all along. Was I being lied to all those months? I simply cannot look past the pain. Trust is a fragile thing.

And illusions are a bitch.

The worst part is I still have hope, still have faith that things will get better and they will change and that there's still truth among other things. I don't want to taint the memories.

My eyes are swollen and I just want to lie in bed all day and feel sorry for myself. How do I learn to pick myself up from this? How do I learn to trust other people again? I've been faced with this issue so many times, maybe it's about time I fully accept that nobody can be trusted, no matter how often I try to see the light in them. Everyone on earth is evil and all you have is yourself.