Literature
Old Musings
The rare shreds of happiness I've gotten this week keep getting ripped away. The happier I am, the harder it's forced out of my life.
Betrayal, by my friends...or were we more than that? You made me believe I was special. You complimented me, told me I was too hard on myself. You felt no guilt for what happened, but you were the only one with something to lose. Now you're out to make me look crazy, to cover up for your mistake.
And the few left that want to protect me, what are their motives? One has, (or was it had) feelings for me. The other called me her best friend, but she had her own agenda. He hurt her too. But it's only human nature
