Was that convoluted enough?
Okay... I've just been going back and rereading bits of the journal of someone I used to be pretty good friends with. Not stellar, but.. well... I felt comfortable enough with them to spew about things that hurt me every now and again and for me, that's saying a lot.
And I don't feel that way about them anymore.
And rereading these things... it's making me see that I shouldn't have felt that way about them in the first place. I just, I dunno... I was too willing to believe their version of events. I wanted to believe that this was just someone who needed some attention, affection, help, understanding, kindness...
I was wrong. I'm angry sometimes that I was wrong about this. I'm usually so much better at picking out this type... mainly because I encounter it so much. Hmmm..
Weird thoughts about my own perceptive abilities and why they can be heavily called into question