I had a falling out with the people I thought were my friends. Set off a horrible chain reaction of events that fucked me up in a big way and destroyed a longtime dream I'd been working towards.

I don't know how to make friends again, and I don't know how to trust people. I'm stuck with this paranoid fear wondering if people are only pretending to be nice to me but might secretly hate me behind my back. And I want to tell myself that's an irrational fear, most people surely aren't like that, but it happened once already.