In Code

I was surprised, this afternoon, at my own reaction to news that I knew would be coming soon.
Nevertheless, I was still winded by it, and actually felt worse than I thought I would.

The worst part, though, was not the content of what I was told, but the way in which it highlighted how little this person thought of me. A friend, or so they say.

As a friend, in the truest sense of the word, I am quite open and will tell those close to me anything I think/do/feel*(*delete as appropriate) - So, why is this too much to expect of others? It's worse having to use my imagination to fill in the blanks, as my imagination is particularly destructive.

I've given up on humanity. Perhaps i "care" too much

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