Trust

I’m not pissed at you for stabbing me in the back…I’m pissed at me for thinking we were friends…that I might be able to trust you…

If it seems like I have this urgency to talk to you, I guess it’s because part of me is always wondering when the other shoe will drop.  When will you wake up one morning and decide this was all just a really bad idea?

It’s days like today that I really question what kind of person I must be to have created a situation like this…I can’t change how I feel, but I should be able to control how I act.  I’ve been very selfish.  No matter what I do at this point, the damage has been done…