Betrayed.

i cant say anything more. all my life, words have always been what i have. what i relied on, what i went to for saviour. my diaries were my main concern when i left the house; i didnt want my parents to touch them. i kept getting the thought that they would throw away my precious writings.

i don't talk much in reality. but when i write, everything flows from my head, everything which i have always wanted to keep inside forever. this is really all i have. all i have to display for the world, my only talent because i am not good in anything else.

my writing was what got me to you.  when we got together i spilled my heart to you most. i talked to you about everything in my head, things which i never even wrote about. there was a point of time when i had fallen in love with you more than i had ever loved writing.

you changed me. i opened up to you more than when i was writing. i told you all my stories, from my childhood right up to my loneliest year, and you listened, and you watched the emotions on my face unfold as i talked.

just recently you watched me cry, in ways that you've never seen before. i was lonely, and more than once you watched me cry about it. you held me. you hugged me and told me you loved me.

but who would have thought, that all along, to you my stories were just an exaggeration. that all along when you were looking at me, all you could say in your head was how i was overreacting.

i feel so betrayed. maybe this is my punishment for betraying my writing for you. but whatever. all along you thought i was exaggerating, and that's all i know now.

you are the last person on earth that i'd expected this to come from. i feel so dead right now.