I actually miss being young. With that air of innocence, the absence of bitterness and the belief in every single person's essential goodness. Now, I tend to pass judgment on a lot of things, and lot of people. I do not believe in everyone's essential goodness anymore, not even in people I know and grew to love.

The best of man can still turn a 180 degrees and commit nasty things when I least expect it. What should I make from that? I am blinded by the darkness of people all around, that sometimes I fear I am no different.

Nothing in its purest beauty and goodness remains. Time erodes that layer by layer. It's such a natural process that nobody ever pays much attention to their degeneration. Good things never last, and friends come and go.

I never used to pass judgment on people I called my "friends", but through the years I have begun. Now, after my erosion, I have become more jaded and cynical. I can no longer deal with friends who call themselves that, but do not act in any way as one.

If you shall not bother, why should I anymore? It is as simple as that.

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