I always find it hard to trust people.
Every time I had no other choice but to,
something in me crumbled, and I feel like swaying in a void.
To seek for guidance, then doubting it, what sort of person am I exactly. How ungrateful.
‘Isn’t it fine just to give it a try for once?
After that, I could in a way or another learn of it better.’
Is what I tried to say to myself.
After all, I’m this sort of person.
When I narrate things like that, I am able to gain my composure again.
It’s easier to see from a reader’s point of view, after all.
[ Stories We Told Ourselves 2 ] — end