And I changed the design again.

I was reading my older blog posts and had to delete them. That was embarrassing.

....Maybe sometimes is better not to have friends. Then, you don't get hurt. You are alone, you always feel like that, but you get used to it. It becomes an everyday feeling.
But there isn't that risk of being betrayed or laughed at.

I know they talk about me...which makes it even more weird. I also know that they suspect. Great friends, huh?

There is an "end" in every "friend".
Is this our end?
Is it even worth of trying?

...at least they can do is to confront me. I'm paranoid about them though. I have this feeling that they are making up this master plan against me. ...Foolish me...but, what if? Spreading lies, rumors and stuff.
It's not like I have been a saint. It's not like I never talked about them, even just a bit.

This is what I get for trusting people, and letting somebody get too close.
Fuck this.

Telling a secret to someone you know is as foolish as trusting in a stranger.