Midnight. I lie awake in bed, staring at the ceiling, alone with my thoughts. I can’t believe you think more highly of her than you do of me. After all the hurtful things she’s said and done to me.
Dear god, or whatever entity may care to answer, why do I keep thinking these people are my friends? Why did I not learn my lesson the first time, only to fall into the same trap? Once more I return to the folds of manipulation, and never get any wiser.
You know I never wanted to hurt anyone, least of all you. You know I don’t. You say you understand everything. You don’t, really. I don’t want your sympathy. I want the strength to choose rightly. But how? And who do I turn to? I don’t know who to trust anymore. I don’t know anything anymore. Who can you trust, when you can’t trust yourself?
