Trust and Broken Hearts

“For all these years being alive, I have learned something: Do not trust anyone but yourself. We human beings are cruel creatures. In some cases, we love seeing the suffering of people we don’t like; we may even enjoy it more to make them suffer. In some other cases, people just don’t care about how we might feel or how their actions may affect our mental and physical state -I truly believe such cruelty is no less.” Such read the words I had once posted on my blog page…

As a person who loves to express how I feel and what I think about life, I opened up a website where everyone can give voice to their feelings and thoughts about what life has thrown in their way.

My distrust to people has increased significantly in the last few months, especially after learning that my best friends were stealing money every time they visited my house. The other people I trusted also have let me down in my hardest times. After the past few months, constantly being let down by the people who claim they care about me, I have reached the conclusion that whenever I feel any positive emotion towards someone, my heart will surely be broken one day by that person.

I am so scared of getting heartbroken by the people I care about.

I am  being dramatic again, but no worries. This could just be a typical Sunday syndrome; I am overreacting as I am really bored,” I was thinking about getting some daiy duties done, such as doing the homework, tidying my madly messy room or taking our family dog for a walk. While I was thinking about what to do first, my hyperactive sister entered my room suddenly, without even knocking!

“Get up, get up! We are baking a lemon cake. I found this perfect recipe on social media and we have to make it. I am literally craving the taste of it so bad.” She was talking in an overly happy and excited voice. I smiled at her.

“Chop chop! What are you still waiting for?” she rang my ears on top of her cute voice- she must be legit hungry, I thought. “You go and prepare the ingredients, hon. I am coming in a minute.” I said while getting up from my bed to walk to the bathroom for a quick shower before baking a cake with the only person left in my life.

After getting dressed into more proper clothes for kitchenwork, I joined my sis in baking our cake.

“We should put a name for this cake. Think of something?” she said cheerfully.

“Sisterhood cake would be cool.” I answered.

“It sounds like a cake for nuns, but I guess it works,” she answered laughing hysterically. I also joined her laughing, in fact I laughed for about a long while. I was still laughing when my ‘lovely’ sister suddenly cracked an egg on my head.

I was devastated.

I didn’t know what to do for a moment before putting her head in the flour pot. We suddenly started a mock fight, laugh hard. This continued for a while until mom came on us and started yell about the mess we had made in the kitchen.

After we cleaned the entire mess in the kitchen, which almost took forever, I went to my room to take a nap. Everything was going so well until I heard strange noises coming from my sister’s room through the wall. I got out of the bed and ran to her room. I didn’t even think of knocking the door as I was so worried.

The moment I stepped in her room, she yelled; “Don’t… don’t budge an inch!”

But it was too late, I was there…

I blinked a couple times, unsure if what I had just seen was real or not. Yet there it was…

I was heart-broken, again and again.

 

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