Me believing that those who talk to me are good,
Me hating people who betrayed my trust,
Me questioning why everyone did it,
Me hating myself bcs Im the one at fault,
Me questioning why am I still here living.
Why am I like this?
Is it my fault?
Am I the wrong one?
Do I just meet the wrong people all my life?
Am I trusting people too much?
Am I too heavy of a burden?
