Monday, 6 January 2014

Living here is destroying my faith in humanity.

I like to try to see the good in everyone. Niave, i know, but that's the way i am. If i can help someone, i will.

Living in this house, though, has got me doubting humanity, in general. Another 'nice' person has turned out to be a thief, and i'm wondering if there's anyone here who isn't a criminal, of some sort.

I know, hand on heart, there's about 5 people here i trust. My mum, the woman she goes to bingo with, the other woman my mum's age, who just moved in, The gay guy downstairs, the handyman and the couple upstairs.

They've all had stuff stolen, and they're the people i chat to, when i'm cooking in the kitchen. Everyone else, i don't have much to do with.

How can someone steal from someone else in the same situation as themselves?. I really don't understand the mentality of people, sometimes.

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