One of the hardest things to do, is to refrain from lashing out when I feel hurt. I want to rant. I want to rip someone apart, but I won’t. It wouldn’t do any good. The hurt would still be there. The anger at myself for being stupid enough to believe in that person would still be there.
I was a fool to believe. I always knew I was being a fool, but I still believed. But I’ve finally had to accept the truth. I was being played. I don’t know why. I never did anything to hurt them.
I’m tired. I’m tired of people lying. I’m tired of fake promises. I’m tired of being the target of sociopaths. I’m tired of being hurt.
I’m a good hearted person, but even I have my limits. Why did I have to be targeted? Did it help their ego? Screw them. I’ve had enough. Go peddle your lies to someone who believes them. And I pity that person.