Throwaway ! When i was younger i had a best friend called Frank fake name . He was he one person who i was truly friends with as most other people were afraid of me due to my anger issues . We had been good friends for about a year before he asked to come around to my house to visit , so i told him were i lived . Skip forward to when i got home and i see Frank with a bag of food stolen from my cupboard . He jumped the fence and ran . I confronted him the next day about how he just used me just to rob me and that I would no longer be friends and that i really hated him . That night he burned down his grandmothers house with him inside and he died . I still blame myself for what happened and even to this day i avoid making any sort of meaningful relationship with people in fear that they will betray me .