How do you trust someone? How do you tell someone something and accept that they will understand what you mean, and understand… just understand.
I have had trust issues (and god, do I hate calling them that. It puts me in mind of young girls who are mad at their friends or something similarly immature and temporary) since I was young. Elementary school young.
No one knows everything. Telling one person everything about myself feels dangerous.
Not the sexy dangerous of a stolen kiss, or touching someone. The dangerous that could kill me.
I started therapy this semester and I don’t think it’s doing me any good because I can’t trust my therapist. Because trust is dangerous.
The last entry was the first really true sentiment on this blog. Because I can’t even trust a completely anonymous audience.
So how do you trust yourself? I can’t even express an opinion because I honestly can’t commit myself to a side. I don’t trust myself to make the right decision. Not even for myself.
People ask my opinion, and I say I don’t care, because I don’t. I don’t have an opinion.
I don’t trust myself.
I don’t trust anyone.
