Here's another journal entry for your reading pleasure (or displeasure. So long as you read it, I'm not too picky). This is more recent, from January 2012. Let's jump right in, shall we?
How fragile we are. So easily betrayed by our own trust. Why do others' lies give us such pain? Surely, they don't affect us all that much.
Just words, I should say. But somehow, they can. They can hurt more than any physical grievance. That doesn't seem right. How is it that believing a person, and then retroactively discovering their lies, hurts?
Just words. Is it the insincerity that hurts? Or, perhaps, it's our self-worth. Maybe, in seeing that we aren't worth the truth, we lose the same measure of esteem in ourselves.
Perhaps the betrayal of those who called themselves "friend", "loved one", we lose confidence in the ability to believe that anyone will ever be truthful, and that we will always be surrounded by acquaintances, never truly close to anyone.
Why become old and bitter? We ought to be careless and carefree as long as we last.
Everyone lies, so stop trusting. Everyone hurts you, so don't let them in. The world is cold to you, so be cold right back to the bastard. I won't let this world bring me down. And I will no longer allow interpersonal relationships to do it either.
If I'm going to be broken, it will be on my own terms.
Glorious, and in flames.
Build my boat.
Raven
