Who should you trust? Do you give everyone the benefit of the doubt and hope for the best that they don’t mess you around? Or is it better to be suspicious of everyone around you, and miss out on some wonderful people and experiences, but never really get fucked around?
It’s something to think about. Like when a person acts as if they like you, but deep down you have some feeling that they’re not being completely honest with you; that they’re only trying to mess with your mind. But you only think this because that person is so damn nice and cool that you don’t think you deserve them, that you believe you’re not good enough for them.
Another little part of your brain, no, heart, is explicitly happy at the fact that they seem to like you, or at least that’s what they claim. You want to trust them more than anything in the world. You want to believe that you are actually friends, and it makes you happy. Happy because they’re happy, because you’re happy.
Unless you want to spend your life miserable and alone, blocking everyone out, and not willing to let anyone in, then you’re just going to have to take a leap of faith and go with your instinct. If your gut feeling is that this person is really messing you around then trust yourself. But heartbreak and tears are all part of life. You wouldn’t know who your real friends were without them.