I started my day crying, once more.
Once again, as it's not the first time, someone writes me. We start talking.
As we discover how many things we have in common we build trust. Of course, the more we talk the more we open ourselves to each other.
It feels natural as we're building a strong bond based on mutual things we have in common and mutual ways of feeling, seeing things in life.
The feeling of building an amazing friendship is beyond words. It's like a glowing light deep inside myself that is warming my heart and pushes me forward with motivation and self trust.
I wake up every morning looking forward to talk more with my them, with those I cherish and appreciate.
Until a certain limit, where I am showing, confessing and opening more about myself. Maybe too much and too intimately? But how can it be too intimately with someone so close to my heart?
Until one morning, like this one, I wake up and realize that my friendship was lie. The person writing me was a fraud. The account was used only to manipulate me into a fake friendship and for what? Just to fill my heart with hope and light and all the beautiful emotions so that all those can be ripped out of me as I am being shown that there was no beauty in the first place, no beautiful warming light, just a rotten deceiving lie.
And for what? To get an insight into my lifestyle. To remind me how people still look at me as a freak, a weirdo and to remind me that I'll never fit in the society due to the simple fact that I am different.
I hope it was worth it. Because it left another scar deep inside me.
For what it 's worth, my makeup can cover all scars.
Nobody ever cares if a beautiful smile, is a fake one, as long as I smile a them.