Let's go back to the basics. 

Am I ok? 

I am ok. 

What are you feeling? 

Hurt. Betrayal. So much hurt. You meant so much to me. You meant so much to me. I'm just a fucking fool, because evidently.... I don't mean all that much to you, do I? I expected this from others. I wouldn't have been surprised. But you... I would have called you my own blood. 

I feel so pathetic writing this. That's one of the things I hate the most, because I have so much dumb pride. I hate sounding pathetic. I hate how weak I sound - I love you so much, but you think this way of me? And I was the only one who didn't know? All this while I was played like a fool? 

I hate sounding pathetic. 

'of course things are like this, what did you expect. people are perfect? people care about you? all people care about are themselves' blah blah blah. these are things that I wish I could say about this situation, but I cannot. 

Melodramatics aside, are you still my friend? 

Of course you are. 

Will things ever be the same? 

Of course they won't. 

Can I love and trust again?

I don't want to be a sad person like you. So of course I will.