I have come to a realization in which, trusting others is like a double edged sword situation for me. I can either kill them with it, or I should just let myself be stabbed to death. Today taught me how people are not even close to trustworthy, despite all the kindness I've done.
Oddly speaking, the ones who did the most work says the less. But people tends to speculate the things, the contributions I've committed and all I wanted to do is to shake my head or shrugs.
Humble is always my middle name, but silent killer has always been known to only some people.
Never play with a sleeping lion.
