I can't help but feel I'm being lied to. Fooled. Kept pushed arms-length away from a truth. There are things at play that I'm not being told about, but my instincts and deductive reasoning keep me just informed enough to stay irritated. There's something going on, and I really don't like it.
I don't like being lied to, I don't like being forgotten, and I really don't like being used.
I feel all three are happening right now.
But I'll stay quiet. And keep reading between the lines of silence.
But I have a terrible, terrible feeling.
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