Betrayal.

There isn’t a feeling that hits you harder than this. I’ve felt it to an extent, because lies lead to betrayal, yes? I have this theory.. that at least once in your life, you will be betrayed to the point where everything just freezes.

You can’t talk, you can’t move, you can’t speak. No tears fall from your face, but disappointment seems to fill every pore of your body. You become upset, then curious as to why you were betrayed, then you become angry. Real angry. Don’t hold it back, it’s human nature.

“Don’t. Don’t talk to me. Don’t touch me. Don’t even think about me because the sheer thought of you evokes so much anger. I am not nor will ever ask for an apology.. ever. Because you cannot fix, apologize or ‘make up’ for what you have done. I’m not being rude, I’m just telling you to not waste your time on me.”

That’s what comes up in my mind when I think of betrayal. Because really, if someone betrays me to the point where I become a reckless bitch, there’s gotta be something wrong.

I don’t want to be betrayed.. ever, but it’s inevitable. I’ll compromise; if you betray me, don’t ever be in the same room as I am. Because you hurt me.. I will hurt you back. Emotionally. And if you go against my plea, don’t say I didn’t warn you.