That feeling where you lose your last childhood innocence. Today on Sunday, July 12 I realized that my parents aren't good people, or at least morality speaking. I've already realized that they could never fall under the category of being a great person. I've realized that the world can make people jaded but you hold that piece in your heart that the people who are close too you were the exception of the world, but that would be naivety. I wonder what will happen in the future to make me as jaded as the world. Or will I be stubborn enough to prevail?