Literature
Cold
Never again, I told myself. I’ll never trust anyone ever again.
And so I shut myself off from the world. I became cold, unfeeling, calculating. I would help others, but never receive help in return. I didn’t want it.
I knew that nobody was going to ever understand me in the least. I knew that they all only acted like they accepted me, rejecting me and thinking harsh thoughts of me behind their masks. Nobody truly cared enough to truly understand, to take on my problems as I had taken on theirs. Not that I wanted to burden them with my problems, anyway. I had accepted that I was going to be alone for all eternity.
And it frightened