Don't trust me.

Hello, my slacking stalkers.

Been less than a minute, but so much and so little has happened in that time. Yeah I figured what was making me depressed. DON'T LAUGH. I miss school, and having no time for myself, and writing essays, and having to think a lot. I hate it when my mind is blank or my thoughts are mundane. I like having to get into the minds of depressed authors and figuring out what they were thinking or imposing thoughts on them. it's so nice, I love and miss school. Yeah I know I'm weird and different and special and anything synonymous to that.

Now to the main purpose of my blog.

I don't know if I am just myself or if other people think this way, but I can never ever trust anyone who says "trust me". Well it takes me a long time to trust people under normal circumstances, I don't even fully trust Gandhi, and he seems like a pretty good person. I feel like people who say "trust me" or "don't you trust me" have something to hide or are omitting a big part of their story, they just want you to get into stuff blindly. Why would you ask someone to trust you if you haven't given them a reason to. I would rather go into a cave with a stranger who says "I don't think it's wise for you to trust me" than go in with an acquaintance who says "don't you trust me". I loathe it when people say that. It causes me to cringe and shrink away from them, because it seems like a red flag, a signal saying GO THE OTHER WAY!
Let's say, you dad brought you food and says "trust me it's not poisonous" would you eat it? I wouldn't. From your answer figure out why you would or wouldn't eat it.
For me trust is like love, you don't ask people to trust you or tell them you trust them, you just do. The people I love gave me a reason to love them, they had characteristics that made them lovable, these people also gave me a reason to trust them. They never came up to me to say "don't you love or trust me" it just happened.
I was just listening to the 3oh3 song "Don't trust me" and I realized that I would trust someone who sad that, because they are so weary of hurting you and you getting to close, that they probably would be the most honest people. Yeah and I decided to share...

My summer is okay. I haven't started hearing voices, or decided to jump off my balcony, so I guess it's not that bad.