Cynical

I have always trusted people easily. You could even call me naive.

But I'm learning that not everyone is as clear-cut as I make them out to be. I try to be, so I simply assume that everyone else is too.

People can surprise you, like really. I mean, even the ones you think won't ever betray you. It happens. Shit happens.

It hurts, so I shut it out. A message, a sliver of unwanted memories, anything can put me out of sorts for as long as a week.

I have become cynical of most things now. And it's sad. Because life was more beautiful, people were more wonderful, the sky was bluer, the future seemed brighter.

Now, it all seems dank, with highlights of sunshine.