Ethan
That evening I took my wrath to the gym, loud earsplitting music blaring through the speakers, running on the treadmill trying to outrun it. In my head, a slideshow of images of my least favorite people. And I thought betrayal hurt, not that much than realizing you were wrong about everything. I felt like an antelope in the middle of a pride of lions, everyone around me was after me, using me or planning to use me like a fool. And that no matter what I did it wasn't enough; the fault was always mine despite trying my best to be a good person and we both know there's nothing worse than feeling unappreciated.
The music went off suddenly and I reduced the speed of the treadmill. My vest soaked in sweat and my face drowning in it.
"That was so loud, what's wrong with you?"
"Sorry d
