What can I say?
I trusted her. I trusted her. I told her things I wouldn't usually say. My heart broke when she told me things about her world. I believed her.
I'm not smart. I'm a fool. She's probably been laughing at me all along.
I will not cry. I refuse to cry.
Why cry about something that was always destined to happen? Why cry about something that is your own fault: your fault for being stupid and deluded and for pretending that it might actually work out? Why cry over someone who hates you for merely being alive?