Life...

...is full of misery. The reason this is is because people hope to much. That when someone says, "We can still be friends," are just lying. Everyone knows how awkward it can be when something happens to people who are so close to each other. There are those who do try. That try their best to do whatever it is in their power to make things better. To make things less awkward. But it is impossible to deny the fact. I am over my head. Everyone was waiting for that one moment to turn away, run, even when I am on the ground fighting for my life. I can't say this to people I know. I can't. Because this lets them in to who I really am. Who I am as a person. I've been hurt long enough. But I can't stop. I hope that the next person I meet is different. That I don't get hurt. All I can do is pick up by beaten up, bruised up, cut up, shy, afraid of trusting heart and hope that whoever I give it to next, will take better care of it....