Anger

I hate her.
Everyone trust her.
No, not me. Except me.

I don't care how beautiful she is or how angelic she looks like, I always know somebody I should trust.
And that somebody is probably not her.

Why I met this kind of people?
Oh, God. You all know how do I look like.
I'm devilish. Outside and inside.

Do you ever think, who would they trust if me and her having a different opinion?
Definitely not me.

Shit happens. He didn't trust me. We are fighting. Because of her. Thanks.