This is mood music, colored by the fires of burning bridges. Trust, once broken, is never easily re-achieved.

Friends forgive each other, and yet there are things that I cannot forgive. I imagine this makes me petty, even cruel.

There are situations that have occured these past two weeks I wish I'd never, ever gotten involved in. I have told people repeatedly that I should just be left alone but they do not listen even to the simplest of requests; to be happy without me.

I had someone tell me to stop acting like the world was against me; and yet I do not see anyone else in my mind but me. How is it not the world against each of us, in turn? How is it I can trust some people safely, inherently, and then have others turn on me and hurt me, whether they realize the extent of their actions or not?

The bridges are burning, and I am broken. I cling ever tighter to the people who understand me and I trust them, I love them. I worry that if that number grows so few, I might end up completely alone and unable to trust anyone at all... words are too easily spoken, these days.