Here’s the thing. I am the kind of person who actually believes good things in people. No matter how bitter or sceptic I see the world, I always still have some faith toward people. Unfortunately, up until now, this thing that I thought is one of my best virtue, backfired, and hurt me instead.
You see, I believe in second chances. Sometimes, I’ve given more than I should have. And when that moment came, then it hit me. I’m suddenly this fool for having hope. Most people chose to misuse my good side.
Although I have a big heart, or so people say, I do have my limits still. And when I arrived at this line, I know exactly what I’m supposed to do. I don’t need to hate them who wronged me nor their existence in my life. It’s like you press delete in your contacts.
Maybe the idea of it is such a harsh thing to do. But, I don’t need to appreciate people who can’t do the same to me. Because respect is earned, not given.
And though it breaks my heart doing so, I love me first. That is not a compromise.
