I hate her, I just freaking hate her sometimes!! The amount she cares is so little that she couldn't care enough to try and put my heart at ease. But hatred is just unwanted self driven sadness, it's not her that I'm upset with, it's myself for trusting people.
Momma always told me that the only things that could be trusted are god, and the cold sense of reality that's a slap in the face. Don't trust unless your willing to face the reality that know one is what they seem people.
Update***
Honestly I just came back this and I have absolutely no idea what I was talking about. I don't know who I was angry at, or why I was mad. So if you are laughing at me right now I understand because I am now laughing at myself.
