Only now I realise that growing up means having to see the uglier side of the world. There’s no one you can really trust, there’s no fairytale, there’s no perfection. Maybe it’s all my fault, I’ve been shielding myself from the ‘real’ world, and now it has become too much to take. I used to believe in the good of people, the beauty of the world, the sanctity of marriage, and the value of purity and innocence. But now I’ve come to realise that everything is not what I thought it is, nothing is sure, and everything comes with a horrible ugky truth. A small part of me still wants to believe, but I do not know whether I have anymore courage to do so, when it seems so much easier to just build a wall and protect myself.