It was a classic situation of being at the wrong place at the wrong time.... or being at the right place at the right time, depending how u look at it.
You think walking into people talking smack about you behind your back only happens in movies. Oh noooo, so wrong. When you tell something intimate about yourself that you have spent your life trying to safeguard, you are basically throwing yourself out there... and hope fully people will respect you for being you. But in this case, the people whom i entrusted obviously doesnt give a rat's ass about that.
In the wee hours of the morning, when u are all intoxicated and you get yourself into this situation. Your mind races with random thoughts and goes into hypermode, "Are these people even my friends anymore"... "Who else have they told"... and then you dun really know what to think.
Seriously guys, next time i'll just give u a loudhailer. And you can just tell the entire world for me. The only consolation--- you get to know who your real frens are. those who lend you a shoulder to cry on when you feel like others just stabbed you in the back, gouged out your heart and shred it into pieces.
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