My Archives: November 2002
Monday, November 11, 2002
Here's a quote from someboday else:
at what point in life do you decide to stop being nice and treat people with the same contempt with which they treat you? And if I stopped being nice, would I sleep at night? And what if I was horrible to someone who was nice and it turned out I'd messed it up?
A few years ago I think I considered the same thing, and here I am now. I'm elitest, I tend not share my feelings with people and keep my hurt to myself. You can still be nice to people, and the people that treat you with contempt and are horrid you just cut off inside. It works quite well until you meet that nice person. Then they have to try and open you up, and sometimes they just see the outer you not realising of your inner turmoil and all you have locked inside. One day maybe my faith in people will return, but over the years my shell has just been hardened. Why do I believe that people are evil?Posted by Dyason @ 12:50 PM GMT [Link] [Karma: 4 (+/-)] [No Comments]