Why wasn't I worth telling the truth to? I let you in, I told you everything. Everything that ever mattered. Everything that destroyed me to even think about and you couldn't let me in because it was 'hard to talk about'. Who have I been living with for the past seven months? Who are you? Please share cause I don't have the slightest clue. I was getting ready to die for you and it turns out I don't even know who 'you' is. So tell me how did you look me in the eye when I let you in? When I sat there and told you the humiliating, scary, painful truth of my life? I trusted you and I let you in and you didn't even care. How do I know what was the truth and what was a lie? Cause the worst part is I would have understood if you would have just come clean. I would have still loved you but I had to find out from someone else that I don't even know my best friend.
