I’ve always prided myself on the strict moral guidelines I follow. It’s a bit messed up I’d admit, but i’ve always been very clear on what is right, and what is wrong.
Now, due to these severely messed up moral views, I’m a very helpful, unselfish and chivalrous person, even when I don’t want to be. This makes me a very easy target for when someone needs a sucker to do some dirty work.
And I’ve had to deal with that, more times than I can remember.
Which is why it always breaks me, when someone I’ve helped, stood by and supported so many times, on so many things, goes and rips my heart out.
I have major trust issues with people as it is. It takes a lot for me to open up completely to someone. Let my defenses down, so to speak. Then these things come along and leave such a giant scar.
But hey, the good thing about Scars, is that they’re always there to remind you. Not to make the same stupid freakkin mistake again.
