You think you know someone well enough that you can trust them. You tell them everything on your mind and you feel so happy with yourself that you just opened up to someone... until that was the last time. Yup, they just stabbed you in the back cold. Everything is making sense now, all the rumors at school that you hear, all the whispering in the hallways, all the questions you get asked. When you ask the person you spilled your heart to if they told someone and they hesitate to tell you the truth, you know in that moment that you messed up. Hate to say it but you can’t trust anyone anymore. Even your closet so called “friends” are your enmities with you realizing it. No one cares how they treat other people, they only care about what they can do to make them selves look good.