Nothing makes sense anymore. Just when I thought things were “normal”, everything spirals out of control. Nothing is ever as it appears. You can know people for years and never truly know them.
Trusting is never simple. To know that others have previously failed you makes you lose hope. I want to have faith in people, but I don’t want to be foolish. There was a time when I would believe in fantasy. I chose to believe nonexistent fairy tales. At times, I miss my light-hearted disposition. Yet, when I recall how being naive has harmed me.
I have been called naive and childish for believing that I knew someone by looking in their eyes. Yet somehow when I conversed with people and befriended them for years; they turned out to be fakes.
I trust my instincts. Some call it immaturity, but I can it confidence in my intelligence. I trust in the initial vibes that I get from people. I trust in my judgement.