I’m angry because he was right.
Because he saw what I didn’t want to see; he put into words what I saw but did not want to acknowledge. I’m angry because he flung it in my face and I still turned away from it.
I justified.
Rationalized.
Excused.
Hoped.
I blinded myself.
Foolish, foolish little girl. Such a foolish, foolish little world you live in. Someone needs to cure me of my ridiculous faith in people. Someone needs to give me a patch against disappointment. Someone needs to shield me from hurt.
I’m angry he was right.
Everything really is just nothing.
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