你,我

I worried for things I shouldn't have. I did things I shouldn't do. I care for a person whom doesn't deserve and appreciate. I'm vulnerable.

Why do we always meet people who hurt us? Are there so many nasty people out there? Or we just ask for too much? I've learnt not to get over excited whenever I meet someone new. They all, somehow just turn out to be another bastard. Why can't we just BE the one in the happy picture that appear on advertisment? Is it so hard to live happily ever after?