hypocrite

I can seem to never understand why my heart broke over something that I shouldn't have cared. I realize where I stand among my friends, and how they perceive me as, yet again & again, my heart broke over trivial reasons that it drives me mad.

They sad we ached over thing we care, we felt sad over things we love, that failed us unimaginably, but I told my heart again & again, "How long will you keep hurting? It's time to move on."

The moving on part, was of course, hard to happen. 

Why should I care about those who broke my heart again & again. Why do I keep coming back for them? They distrust me, dislike me, told things behind my back, so why do I keep smiling and talking, hoping they would treat me okay?

This selfishness and hypocrisy of mine in the end, will only hurt me.

And look where I am now.

Hurt, and vulnerable.