This week I witnessed how ugly can people be, once again.
I realised I've been too lucky.
Too lucky to live in the beautiful & fairytale-like world in the past.
Too lucky to believe that everybody treats you the same as you treat them.
Such that when reality surfaces, I couldn't face them at all.
Pessimist? Not at all.
This is basically just my two cents on people, now.
Human are not as believable, simple as what I've imagined them to be now.
Or, have I lost the trust in people now?
Probably, the happiest thing to me right now is my family and Sherwin.
They make me feel that I'm not alone.
Unless time will prove me wrong.
Meanwhile I'll still try to be happy on top of everything.