Starry starry night.

I don't know if I've trusted the wrong people. I never like to question the reliability of my friends. NO, I don't like it. But when things like that happen, I don't even know how it went wrong. Problem's not about letting someone know, because I don't mind that person knowing. But why didn't you even tell me about it? Why keep it from me? Though I don't even know who that person is, she made me feel like a total moron. As much as I'd like to know who it is, I don't want to know. Because I feel horrible enough to know someone's misplaced my trust. Well, maybe it's not a big deal to you. You'd probably said you succumbed to pressure, that's why you let it out? But you've made me feel hurt enough. I think if I actually knew who you were, my attitude towards you might change. I'd not like for that to happen. Let's just take it as it's my fault. Not yours, not hers. It's mine. My fault for having a so called secret in the first place. For telling you. You really don't know how it hurts to have misplaced trust, but it doesn't matter. Because it's my fault, my problem. Point is not about her knowing, but between you and me. You don't even know how fucking disappointed I am, in this person, whom I don't even know. Thanks a lot, for hurting me this way. I don't know how it got out, but definately had to be someone. I know you're trying to protect her since you promised. But she so did not protect me, by breaking HER promise, to me. So, I'm supposed to put all these aside, just like that? Yes I am. Like everything's so easy. I think you'd think I'm throwing a stupid tantrum. But, you'll never understand how this feels. So what if I confronted you? If I cried behind your back? For what? No point. And enough said, I clean this shit up. Time and again. I'm always left to pick up the pieces. Since I started the whole damn thing. Don't blame yourself, it's my fault. Remember that.