Sad.

Sad that someone could lie to me.

Sad that that someone appeared so earnest.

Sad that that someone has lost my trust.

Sad that my trust could be lost over lies that shouldn't matter to me.

Sad that I can't "just get over it."

Sad that I'm so selfish that I want the truth told to me every second of everyday when I know I've told lies.

Right after I eat these Sweettart Chicks, Bunnies, and Ducks gifted by a true friend,

Maybe I'll get un-sad.

Maybe my own sins will turn my cheeks scarlet and make me get over the lies the person told me.

Maybe.