That's a source of some of my bitterness. I have this feeling of betrayal in me. I did what I thought I was supposed to do, I tried to connect and open up, and I was rejected. Spite... rage... that's what it feels like inside when I think about these things. Anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about either is lying or hasn't lived long enough to have had their heart crushed. And if God were real, that's who I would blame. 'Cause it ain't right. Life has its ups, but the downs are just a bunch of shit in your eye, and for no good reason. And I never asked for it. So I resent.
And why wouldn't I? When I am innocently being myself, I am simply rejected, scorned. This is what happens to people, over and over again through time. Some people are in, some people are out, and for those people who are out, there really is little or no silver lining. Life is just harder, less enjoyable.