Me, me, me.

I look at the world, and all I can do is shake my head, hang it in shame and turn around.
I am a fighter, though I cannot fend for every living things' life out there. I am a believer, a believer that there are actually good people out there. That there is always a choice. I am an observer, noticing that there are people out there who show us one side and out of no where comes another side. That money is the source of their evils. But also, I observe those who try to help. Whether or not it will make a difference. 
People disappoint me. People in general and people in specific. They have hurt me. They have taken away my ability to trust. They lie to me, and ask me to believe them. But the main root of this problem? Me. I cannot put blame on anyone, because they might actually think they are doing the right thing, that my opinion is the wrong one. I am the one who holds my standards, and I am the only one who is disappointing me.
I am single for that reason (probably among many other reasons). I have high standards. I cannot, however fix this for myself. I can try to lower the standards, but will I be satisfied? I wouldn't promise that. I can only look out for myself, for my needs and wants, because all my friends have lost all my trust, all my honour, and I see them as I see everyone else. I have become more antisocial, due to my lack of tolerance. But it hasn't made me happy..nor sad. I just feel how I feel. Like another soul on this Earth just waiting for something exuberant to happen.
I am seen as a failure, a giver, a lover, a faker, an attempter, and so much more. But in the end, I am me, and I am the only person I can put my life into the hands of.