I always find it funny. It is so easy to say yes. It is so easy to make a promise. It is so easy to love another. Until you realize just how wrong it really was.
Not wrong because of that promise or that yes or that love, but because of the lies, the empty promises, and the false hope.
I put so much faith in those around me, counted on them to pull me up to the top again. I counted on them to help me achieve one of the few things I had been looking forward to in a while, only to be met by a bunch of disappointment. It was so easy for everyone to say yes. It was so easy for everyone to promise to be there. It was so easy to laugh and love every one else in the group… Except me. The one time that I had counted on them, they had let me down. It does not take a genius to figure out that I was led by a bunch of blatant false hope.
False hope for my so called friends. False hope for those that I loved. False hope… In the faith that they had in me.
Because really, all this false hope just leads me to believe… That all this time that faith, was false too.