It's inevitable, Mr. Anderson.

"Hi. Today, I've lost just a little bit more faith in humanity..."

For a while now, my theory's been the same. If you give anything on yourself to anyone- any little secret, object, emotion, attention- you'll get hurt. It's unavoidable. I've found that the best way to keep this from happening is to stay mysterious, somewhat anonymous. That way, no one has any dirt on you; no leverage, no blackmail, no threats, none.

So I slipped up.

I've ended up letting myself get closer to someone than I knew I should have. And now, all sorts of things are happening, and I find that things are hurting me more and more. Names, hidden motives, secrets, betrayals, mistrust...

How did I let myself get this far into it?

To you who knows what I'm talking about: Yes, I am, as you once so eloquently put it, "guarded as fuck" and "messed up." Now do you know why?

goodbye
ttyl. :)

P.S- Let's just hope the anger disappears quickly and the logic in me leaves with it.