I confess I'm starting to hate people more and more. And as much as I want to trust them I keep being disapointed.
I give people the chance to become close to me and come out of my shell only so they can hurt me afterwards.
I'm starting to think having no friends is the best thing to do...
If you begin to settle down with this idea of being on your own all the way, you'll only lead the way for the hatred.
And if hatred comes in, it'll cast aside every other emotion step by step, until you really start to think of your entire life as a real empty shell and you'll be forced to look for a replacement. In that desperation, you'll fall victim to the self-alienation.
That is, to the degree that, one day, you'll not even be able to say who you really are and who you aren't.
One can simply refer to this as a suppressed pain that only rises to the surface occasionally.
As much as you think there is nothing to surpass the feeling of being hurt by those who you trust for real, that's merely an illusion.
It pales in comparison to the pain I'm talking about.
For the record, this was a confession.