Some Introspection

I've come to the realization that I can't rely on anyone and that, at some point, everyone is bound to disappoint me. Well, I was never really the type of person to let others know how I truly felt. I would tell everyone about the superficial things about me or just random thoughts that mean nothing to me. But, to really know what I was thinking or how I'm feeling, that's very rare for those around me.

And you would think that after 23 years of getting burned, I would learn that those rare instances must be completely extinguished. But, of course, I'm stubborn. So I constantly put myself out there and make friends who I think I can trust... only, of course, to be burned again. I hate this. Why is it that you can be such a good friend to someone but for some reason never receive the same consideration? I feel like I'm hoping for something that isn't coming. Being in Pittsburgh has made me feel, well, a little bit down. I really feel alone... literally, alone and very disappointed.

But I've gone through much worse in my life... this lonely feeling, these wave of disappointments, and this sadness means nothing. I'll get over it... I always always always do.