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Please excuse me while I go puke from anxiety.

Sometimes I think, "Don't trust people, they'll always screw you over." I wish I had a light in my brain that would go off, bright blinking red, every time I was getting close to trusting someone. That would make everything so much easier.

Another awesome invention would be a bright blue light that blinked when an important secret was blabbed. That would be a marvellous thing, because one would almost always be able to tell who the blabber was and when the incident of blabbing occured.

I liked to think, up until now, that I could trust my best friend. However, recent events have shown me not to, because unfortunately, most people will act out of rage and fury and lose control of what they say, whether it be by typing or tongue.
This being said, I found that I have lost trust in a very close friend of mine, who was enraged at another friend I rather like talking to. This seemingly close friend of mine completely lost her temper on a touchy subject for both of us and let one of my closest secrets run through her fingers, sent to the other friend of mine.

Let's call my close friend "Daisy" and the other friend "Duke"

Now, Daisy and I have been good friends for awhile, now. Over the past year we have become very close and had some groundbreaking situations that have improved friendship and life for the both of us. Daisy is a very explosive and impulsive person, whereas, I am quite mellow and I think almost everything through and analyze different outcomes of my decisions. Daisy is like dynamite; all it takes is a spark and her short fuse is lit. She is very opinionated, and I love Daisy for how Daisy acts and who Daisy is as an individual.

Duke is also a very opinionated person. I don't know very much about Duke, but I do know that Duke questions lots of things, and Duke will continue doing so until Duke gets the answer.

Now, I'm going to call the touchy subject "shorts"

I told Duke that I like shorts, when in reality, I don't really know whether I like them or not; I'm unsure of my attitude towards shorts. Daisy knows of my uncertainty, and Daisy agrees with me, or Daisy absolutely does not like shorts. Duke likes shorts.
Duke asks Daisy if Daisy likes shorts. Shorts are a touchy subject for Daisy, as are for me.
Daisy is blunt and says "no."
Duke, being a questioning and investigative person, asks why and keeps pestering Daisy about shorts and why Daisy does not like them.
Daisy quickly becomes furious and her fuse is lit.
Because I told Duke that I do indeed like shorts, I have lied. Daisy is under the illusion that I absolutely do not like shorts, which is also false. Neither know that I don't really know if I like or dislike shorts. As Socrates said, "I know that I do not know." That is how I feel about shorts.
Unfortunately for me and my lying a**, Daisy explodes and tells Duke that I do not like shorts.

I am scared that Duke thinks I am a liar and will not like me anymore because I lied about liking shorts.
I am afraid that Daisy will be frustrated and antsy because I did not ensure that my attitude towards shorts were clear in Daisy's mind.

I can see that I could have entirely avoided this situation if I had been honest with Duke and was sure that Daisy understood my feelings for shorts.

I am also not entirely sure that Daisy told Duke that I do not like shorts, but I have a sneaking suspiscion that Daisy did, because Daisy ran off to cry in the bathroom after exploding and will not tell me the source of the tears. Therefore, that part is merely an assumption, but I have the terrible sensation in my stomach that my assumption is correct.

Daisies and Dukes and all beings that can comprehend speech should not be trusted, if I was smart.

Please forgive me, Daisy and Duke.