walking in the rain

Recently, I’ve been very disappointed with some people around me.

It scares me because I had expected this group of people to be the last to disappoint, amongst all my other friends. I won’t mention who I’m referring to, and I certainly won’t mention names.

Often, I stop in my tracks and wonder why these people actually bother at all.

I mean, why pretend to be something else when you’re clearly not?

Why bother doing something when you don’t even walk the talk?

Why give advice when you know it applies to you more than anyone else?

It used to amuse me to a certain extent, but I’m starting to get awfully disgusted.

I’ve often been told that Man will always fail. That has never been truer than anything else.

Man has let me down time and again, and it’s reached a point where I can’t quite take it anymore.

I’m going to take a break and run away as far as I possibly can.

You know what’s the scariest part?

I don’t know if I’ll be able to fill this hole in my heart and start believing again. I really don’t.