| Having trouble breathing.
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| It always has to be something. Regardless of the people I meet, the friends I grow to love and trust, it's always the same story. Always. There's always something hurtful, some seemingly inconsequential lie, betrayal, pain. Every time. Then people ask why I have so much trouble trusting others. Well, when the same events cycle through my life every few years, it's hard to believe that there will ever be someone out there who won't hurt me. Some friend who I will trust with my life who won't lie to me or hurt me. It makes me question whether I'm even worthy of the truth, when so many people seem to think I'm not.
EDIT: This weekend just confirmed everything I wrote.
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| Any second now he's gonna look at me and say, "you're so not worth this."
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| Lately I've been feeling like empathy is a weakness rather than a virtue.
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| I've never felt so high and so low at the same time. I'm being pulled
in countless directions by wildly skewed emotions, and I hate it.
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