And you know I'm not sure if it hurts because I know you never even wanted a friendship like you told me and like the sham we kept up for so long, or because I believed you  in the first place. Either way, it was idiocy that kept me coming back to you though I knew when you told me you cared it was a lie. Or maybe I was paranoid. That's what I called myself. Paranoid. But this gut feeling of mine, the one that tells me it hurts somewhere inside where broken bones aren't my problem, it knows that paranoid was just another way of saying "This guy is going to **** you inside. Look what he's doing right now. How could this end?" Silly me, I trusted you. People never change. I never believed that 'till now but hey, I guess I could only stay naive for so long. I guess I have you to thank for that.