I’ve been hurt — very badly — by someone I’ve loved. You’ve been hurt, too.
And since we know how badly broken trust feels, why is it that we choose to love again? Why do we choose to trust someone again? Once we’ve lived long enough to know what hurt feels like — and to know that someone else might very well leave us hurting once again — why do we trust?
I’ve been asking myself this question tonight. I don’t really like the answers I’m coming up with — but I don’t know another way to live.

Doing the right thing frequently requires breaking immoral laws
Existential crisis makes me ask: Can I ever trust you to love me?
Friend’s happy family and career remind me how good life can be
Schools’ one-size-fits-all rules are just excuse not to use judgement
I accept others’ amateur media, but I expect myself to be a pro
Chappelle is offensive and crude, but what he’s doing is important
Can I reconnect with inner child who saw the world differently?