On Breaking Trust

When I trust people and I trust them my life. But when trust is broken, everything crumbles.

I found myself hiding things and locking them away. My soap, my shampoo, my toothpaste, my shirts, my briefs. Especially my briefs. That I rarely do. I even have the desire to put locks on my bed and pillows. Isn't that a crazy thought?

I started counting my things if they are still complete. I put passwords on my files now. My computer is the most whore-some of all computers but not anymore. I kept viewing at the files. What was recently added? Why are there nude men in my folders? I kept deleting them. How did they know my passwords?

I kept looking at my back now.

This is the most uneasy part of my life!