Then you find out 2 + 2 doesn't equal 4 anymore

Well, It's been a smashing few days (re-read the last sentance with a sarcastic tone)

Imagine on top of every else that is fucking up in your life at the moment, you find out something which makes you feel like you've never felt before, and you can't tell anyone about it except the person who told you and the person it's about.

It feels like someone has lied to protect me, but never really intended to protect me or else they wouldn't have done it, and then gone and lied to make it better hoping i wouldn't find out that lie, but i have (or atleast i think i have) and then they expect me to beleive it was all a mistake? I've been such an idiot, and i know i deserve it all for being so much more rubbish recently.

Now i am hurt, and the one person that made everything seam to make a bit more sense doesn't so much anymore, or atleast not yet. It sucks, i feel so lost, so alone and so ..... i don't know.

I think i should go to bed, or something, or maybe i should just stick around and browse the internet and listen to more songs from 'the corpse bride'. I really should do something rather than think.

Don't get me wrong, i'm glad i know.

A rather miserable Katie x