But you know what, he did beak that trust. And when i think about it now, in hindsight, it changed EVERYTHING. From me being the naive doting woman to me being the calculating manipulative, idgaf person i am today.
But I am tired. I am tired of trying to think one, two, three steps ahead. I am tired of playing mind games, guessing games and any other games i think are being dished out.
I just wish people could be REAL. You know the straightforward, say-what-you-mean, do-what-you-say type of REAL.
Instead, all anyone does is break promises, use words like 'love' and 'sorry' like it's cheap change not worth a penny. One step forward and ten steps back...
And I'm tired.
Tired of the pretending.
I was born to be free. The wild thing doing what she pleased.
But sometimes I lose sight of that girl - that girl who used to be me. The free spirit.
She seems lost, as usual; And a little fed-up.
A little fed up of dreams that somewhere along the line have been forgotten.
Trust.
A dangerous word. It can make or break a person.
It broke me. And I made remade my broken pieces to reflect the harshness of the world.
Isn't that what we all do?
