I’m not sure whom I’m more disappointed in: the bastard whom I thought was a friend; or me, for being fooled into believing in their sincerity.
I think I’m naive. I tend to take people at face value which is dumb, really. Why did I believe that someone would regard me as family after a week of text messages and one dinner?
And why would someone say that to anyone? Why keep insisting they regard you as a friend and then freeze you out?
Am I that desperate for company that I’ll believe anything I’m told for some minutes of conversation?