When you choose to trust someone unconditionally, you give them the power to hurt you.
This is a thorn that has been with me for two years and has shattered my trust in people for more than twenty years.
I don't know which one I hate, maybe they both are. This is my fictitious fact. I don't know what happened, but the concealment is true, and his existence is also true.
I hope that one day I can really come out, because every bit of trust I give now is the flesh dug from my heart. Doubt is the seed, which breaks the ground and sprouts, but I hope it will never have the chance to grow.
Intention: Hope is all false