I always thought that people were honest and good and then high school hit and no one was who they seemed, people lie, people cheat, people are selfish and rude. but i still try to seek out all the good in people but by doing so it makes me blind to the cruelty of reality. reality is an unpleasant prison. but is it really so bad to believe people are good ? to be foolish in such a way ?
i have this constant need to please people, to make them happy, but in the end, how many of them will remember what i have done for them, big or small. But to me that doesn’t matter as long as i can make some one happy, because every day you make just one person smile you are making the world a happier place. :)
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