I am still surprised sometimes at how dum and blind i can be about people. I believe them to be true and honest, but for some that is not the case. Maybe their inaptitude is something ordinary...but not to me. I even blame myself for speaking too truthfully about what i fell or think, i get the idea that i have said too much. And despite being quite suspicious about people, once i grow fond of them, i tend to forget all distrust....and when i find that they lie to me, or maybe withold important things from me, i blame myself for believing...and yet i seem to have a hard time learning and keep making the same mistake, over and over again...and it hurts.
|Kaja Sokola by Billy Kidd|