A wanton week. That's the only way to describe it. I'm stuck in the same situations of mistrust. I don't think I'm ever going to grow out of it. It's the paranoia of being hoodwinked. It's just so hard to trust people now after being lied to most of my life. I'm wonted to lies, mistrust, and dishonesty. I hate it. Every word someone says, I can't help but believe it's a lie. purple skies. dark skies. the rain. it wears me out.