Lied to...

Betrayed...

decieved even....

And I dont want to talk about it. Because it sucks. Because its something that will send me to the looney bin once again. I hate having reality ripped from underneath My feet. Part of me is tainted and feels like I did many days ago.

I dont expect anyone except Myself to understand what precisely I am talking about, or what I did to feel this way. But knowing the truth, or whatever version of the truth there is means more than a dream.