...are discouraging.
You wonder if real friendships actually exist.
And if anybody can ever really be trusted.
You don't understand the people you thought you knew.
You have the depth to appreciate so many things, and the capacity to care very much. And in spite all the reasons not to be, you are inherently a positive person who cheers for good things to happen.
And when things are good, you have high self-esteem and more than enough energy to go around. You are adventurous and curious and in tune with the world.
But when things are bad... it pours. Sometimes your very foundation is shaken. And sometimes you can't feel the ground beneath your feet.
And it's during those time that you can't help but wonder if you are simply a victim of your own optimism.
You wonder if real friendships actually exist.
And if anybody can ever really be trusted.
You don't understand the people you thought you knew.
You have the depth to appreciate so many things, and the capacity to care very much. And in spite all the reasons not to be, you are inherently a positive person who cheers for good things to happen.
And when things are good, you have high self-esteem and more than enough energy to go around. You are adventurous and curious and in tune with the world.
But when things are bad... it pours. Sometimes your very foundation is shaken. And sometimes you can't feel the ground beneath your feet.
And it's during those time that you can't help but wonder if you are simply a victim of your own optimism.
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