How does it feel to know that you're "best friend" played you the entire year? Well, it feels like you want to scream and hit your head against the pavement. Questions burn through your mind:

How could I be so blind?

Does it hurt?

How DARE she?

But mostly why.

Why?

My questions feel like they're the tiny white speckles in black tar, the tiny thing that holds up the big thing, the tiny things holding up me. It stings, the first hit, the fall, but once one the ground, you're fine, using the world as an ice pack, cold and cool, yet refreshing and comforting at the same time.