Fuck

How do you trust the people of your present, When the people from your past had betrayed you? I thought about it to myself while sitting at her house. The green chair was filled with cat hair, but i sat my black clothing on it anyways. The question has been haunting me for so long. I dont know what to do. They dont know how fucking scared i am of this. Everyone like me has been through the same thing. I cant have a chance to been seen the way i want to, because people like them wont let me. I took all the effort in me and got up, making sure my wrist was covered. I went into the bathroom, and stared back at my past. I hated every second of it.