Once you go through hell, you chose to only trust yourself, you are very careful of who you let close or trust. It’s not your enemy’s who are your biggest enemies, it’s the ones closest to you. A tough skin that formed, still being blunt because you are tired of the lies and the manipulation as well. I don’t trust nobody and nobody trusts me because my life has always been that way. Am I perfect, no, but did I deserve half the hell I went through, no. I learned how to be cold, and not show that I was bothered, even though deep down inside it was painful. It took years to heal, when I finally healed none them ever existed to me. It was like I never knew you or thought we friends once an upon a time. Once fully healed you became none existence to me, I moved on, while you still held grudge that is still destroying you til this very day. Some things never change or get old.