I’m a believer

One of my biggest problems is I believe what people tell me. I want to believe them because they tell me what I want to hear. I hate being suspicious of someone’s intentions. I hate having faith that the next time will be different only to find out it’s not. I loathe myself. I often wonder if I would be better off if I re-discovered my inner “*****”. After I watched both my parents die of cancer (in the same year) I got soft. Too soft, I have too much compassion and tolerance because I know everyone is fighting their own battle. Even if they don’t mean to hurt me, pain is still the end result. That’s not ok.