Sometimes things from the past come back to haunt you and you wonder how you could just put it aside.

Then you remember. Ah.

People are worth more than that.

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I think it's troubling how I divide my world into black and white.

In a way it's good, how I whitewash my impressions of people that I trust. It's great that I can not judge totally and treat them like everyone really should treat everyone.

Then you go over to the other side, and all the people I've condemned and demonized in my own head. That's troubling. I get totally irrational about these people.

All the same, it means that if you ask me about people, well I genuinely don't think bad about anyone who is my friend really.

It's just how I work. Despite the fact that I know if you asked many people what they thought of me honestly they would be able to start pointing out all my little flaws one by one by one.

And break me up, psychoanalyze me and put me on a dish.

It's like if I gave them the key, they would throw the door way way open and expose my nakedness to the world and laugh and point.

But no. I trust.

There's not much more I can do.