Everything?

Does anyone know EVERYTHING about you?
I can honestly say that no one knows every single little detail about me. By ‘every detail’ I don’t mean what colour my shoelaces; that kind of detail.
I’m talking about the personal details.

No one takes the time to find out details, no matter how insignificant, about their best friends anymore.
Nor, sometimes, do those friends take the time to answer those questions one may ask them.

I don’t bother anymore. No one delves deep enough in my life to find out anything.
I’ve only ever really trusted two people. One now hates me for some stupid reason which seems to make sense to her. I have no decided she is not worth all the tears over.

The other is still there, though not as often.
I do not know if I can completely trust again. Although, it’s not like I have people lining up to find out.

One day I think I may possibly break down during class. I’ve almost done that twice this week.
Though that was mainly to do with my issue with my former best friend. I think she fails to see my suffering and pain, and only sees hers, not to be selfish or a bitch or anything. My blog, my opinion.

On a more positive note. School photos were today. I loved the Year 12 Muck Up one.