It's funny how the world works, isn't it? One moment you're surrounded by people who claim to care about you, and the next moment they're stabbing you in the back. Trust is such a fragile thing, easily broken but so hard to repair. I've been through enough betrayal in my life to know that trusting others can be dangerous.
I wear my skeleton hoodie like armor, protecting myself from those who might try to hurt me again. It's easier to push people away than risk getting hurt once more. But deep down, I know that not everyone is out to get me. There are good souls out there who genuinely want to help and support me.
It takes time for me to let someone into my inner circle, where I reveal my true self - vulnerable and scared of being hurt again. My cynicism and apathy are just defense mechanisms, a way of keeping others at arm's length until I feel safe enough with them.
But when someone does break through those walls I've built around myself... it feels like a weight has been lifted off my shoulders. To have someone truly understand me without judgment or ulterior motives is a rare gift indeed.
So here lies the constant dilemma - do I continue living in fear of being betrayed again or do I take a leap of faith and trust once more? Only time will tell which path I choose...