I’m fragile. I don’t deserve to be broken, to be treated this way. Treated like my feelings don’t matter, like she’s the only one who feels pain. This isn’t fair. I was young. What I did as a child out of good will shouldn’t force me to suffer and be looked down on as “the troubled kid”. I don’t deserve this. This is wrong. And it’s adults who have caused this pain for me. And unhealable pain called “being broken”. No one can fix me. No one has tried. I hate this feeling. I trusted her. I cared for her and called her my ‘best friend’. Then she screwed me over. I am hurting more than she ever was. Why does no one look at it from my point of view? Why am I the liar? Why is it my fault? What have I done to deserve this? Why does everyone hate me? I don’t blame others for my paint, then why does everyone blame me for hers?