Miserable At Best

I'm sick of being a convenience that can be used and then just thrown away when necessary. Someone that people chew up and then spit back out again. i know everybody gets screwed over but seriously i think it's happened to me more than enough times. i guess you never really know who your real friends are, people who you think are your best friends, that would never betray you can at any second turn right around and stab you in the back. you can never really trust anyone can you, because it sure they are there now but sooner or later they will be gone. I'm still in shock about the person who most recently fucked with me. this is the girl who i told EVERYTHING to and she did the same. this is the girl who's house i ran away to whenever my mum was being an abusive bitch and i needed to get away. I'm going to just have to try and accept that everyone who's with me now probably will leave me some time soon, because so far that's what it looks like.