I’ve said it many times. My Lady was the only person in my entire life that I trusted 100%. That’s not to say my closest can’t be trusted. The issue is with me not them. I guess I’ll be stuck with this vibe for the rest of my life. No one else would ever compare. I mean… How could they?
How am I supposed to get over this? It’s a scary world when you can’t trust a living soul. Constant background anxiety about the potential of someone stabbing me in the back in some way. I’m metaphorically looking over my shoulder 24/7.
People are arseholes.
The Life and Times of Lord Crookedhorn. 