Saddened by truth
I am not where I want to be, and I doubt I ever will be. I often feel like I'm failing someone, I'm never exactly sure who, and even though I'm well aware that person likely isn't that influential over my life to wield such control, the anxiety and frustration persist.
Then again, when someone gives you two different messages with completely opposite meanings, which one are you supposed to believe? When someone claims to be kind and then betrays you the next second, are they really a friend or are they sadistic?
I want to see the best in everyone, but I'm aware this never really works. I think I might be too naive, too easily able to be moulded by someone's opinions. Maybe I'm just too young to be able to assert myself. Or maybe I will remain like this forever, destined to never have the ability to accept who I am.
I am saddened by the truth, though as a misanthropist, I have been for a while.