Realist.

Everyone talks about the calm before the storm, so let me tell you about mine.

I’m laughing. Hard, like I’ve just heard the funniest joke to ever be told. I’m giddily joyful to be here, with my good friends, high on the energy I normally run from. Because usually I’m happiest (and safest) in a dark corner away from humanity.

Then it hits me. Every single time this has happened, it’s been followed by some epic betrayal or confusing hurt that has followed me for years. So, yes, it’s only a matter of time.

Why can’t I just be happy? Because the world is cruel. Some people’s happiness depends on the sadness of others... more specifically, the sadness of me. Because I’m one of those people who leaves a trail of enemies.

It doesn’t kill to be happy. But it does kill to forget reality.

We’re not all going to stand in a circle and hold hands. Everyone has their own agenda. Even they themselves might not realize it, but everybody wants something. If they want it enough, they’ll take it from you. Hey, I’m not a pessimist, I’m a realist.

Remember, you can’t get stabbed in the back if you’re looking behind you. And the only person you can ever completely trust is yourself. I know some may disagree, but even the ones who love you most still don’t have your priorities. As long as you’re still an honest, moraled person, it doesn’t hurt to hold everyone at arm’s length for a while. I’m not saying be cruel. But look out for yourself...survive.

And secrets? Keep them to yourself until you can quadruple swear that this person is the right one to tell. And when you have to ask “how could you be so evil” remember that no one is the villain in their own story.