Everyone has important dates; times that they can never forget. One of mine is June 16, 2011. That’s the day my entire world came crumbling down. I wish I could forget, or at least wake up from this dream but I can’t and it’s constant. It never fades; always lingering in the background. How do you fix someone who’s already severely broken? How do you put back the millions of pieces that will never fit exactly the same again? It seems like my entire life has been surrounded by lies. If I had problems before about trust and letting people in, man am I gonna need some serious professional help now. I don’t want to become like them all. Liars, cheaters; that’s what they all were once. How could I have not known? Nearly every couple that has been in my life have needed marriage counseling for thoughts of cheating or were indeed unfaithful. It’s like all the lessons I was taught as a child were completely one-sided. What? They can do it but I’m not suppose to? What kind of hypocritical bullshit do parents teach their children? It all seems so pointless. Why bother trying if your given history already tells you what’s in store for you? It seems my days of innocence, of believing in happy endings are over.

To every bad situations there’s suppose to be a silver lining. Where’s mine?