betrayed.

I have my own reasons for wearing a mask, for buliding walls around me that I don't even know how to take down. I know I am different things to different people, I know I am not what I seem. You think that you can see past these barricades but in truth you just see through me in doing so. How can you know who I am, stranger?

I have learnt, yet again, as of this morning, that one should not trust as easily as I have. One should not speak so freely, one should be aware that what is said can and will be used against her. No matter what the intention behind the words, it will be corrupted and used to destroy you. I think I should have learnt this lesson a long, long, time ago; I blamed it all on youthful indiscretion, and see what it's all come to? There's a line between illusion and reality, and I think I'm going to live in the real world now. Friends DO turn against you, and friends are not infalliable. One must be careful in what one says. I see I've put friendship on a pedestal, and seeing it fall is painful. Not all are true. And some will lash out at you so that they can rise in the estimation of others.

I have learnt my lesson. Think more, say less. Be a friend to all, but trust few.