i love working on projects that no one know about… yet ;)
i hate thinking about something over and over again, and not knowing what to do every time. i can’t stop replaying what happened, and i can’t stop crying.
what is the point of having trust in people when they will go behind your backs anyway? you think you know someone so well until shit happens, and then all hell breaks loose within your head. why are real people, real friends so hard to find? i just don’t get it. i’ve cried for two straight nights thinking about this, and i only have a couple more nights to go until all the tears in my body are gone…i have never been this emotionally “corrupt” since…middle school. i always saw myself as a strong person, able to keep things in when it’s not completely necessary to bring them up - to what extent can i keep doing this, though? But then again, who can i trust in this damn world to keep conversations and feelings that i have with them confidential… this never ends.