i sit.
i cry,
i'm sad.
is anyone there?


i am so good at blindly putting my faith in people.  i listen.  i care.  maybe too much.  maybe not enough.

so why at the end of the day, am i feeling like the most horrible person in the world by people i care about?

shouldn't they be caring about me?

am i alone?

i'm losing my mind.


Dear You,
I trusted you.  You were a friend.  Someone I looked out for.  Someone I thought would look out for me.  I told you things about me that most people don't know.  And in the end, you tell me I'm two-faced.  I don't even know what I did.  I don't know why you want to see me hurt.  Why you like to make me cry.  You took a piece of me.  The last piece of me that gave hope to humanity.  The last words you said to me still ring clear in my head.  "That's only for people I consider my friends."  I thought I was your friend.  You told me you were before.  You told me that you'd be there for me.  That you'd listen to me.  But when it came down to it, you were no different from anyone else.  In fact, you were worse than anyone else.  Even my worst enemies give up.  But not you.  You persist to remind me and haunt my memories of a friend lost.  I'm sorrie that you didn't feel I was a good enough person to be your friend.  I hope one day you'll see the damage you've done to this lost soul.

Sincerely,
Me.