Today I got stabbed in the back...yes you heard me. Once again, Jessica has allowed herself to get fucked over. I'm stupid like that, let everybody in, because I think that I need it. And I let people screw me over, because I'm to weak to say no anymore. I am living proof that physical strength has nothing to do with emotional strength. I should of learned from her, should have learned not to trust. But I told myself to not be soo cold, open up a little, one bad person doesn't account for the rest of the world. Apparently, I was wrong. When the teacher asks who has at least one friend they can tell anything, I'm the only one who can't raise their hand. I've been set up not to trust....and now I'll grow old, and mean, and I'll hate the world like I already do now. what can I do? I cannot breath. my heart is torn for all to see