Book of Matches

Here I sit in an uncomfortable chair people watching at the mall. I've always wondered are the chairs so awful so that I will shop more and sit less. No such luck today, the dental bills are payed, the vet bill is coming, and the big scary bill will be here soon enough. Keep telling yourself those four awful words, no money to spend. I went to the mall to buy a birthday present for a friend. As the cashier handed me my change I noticed a note and a long stare that came with it. Is this the twilight zone? Scribbled on the note in tiny handwriting I read, You've been outed.
So that's how I got to this awful chair. I stumbled out of the store with my package and sat. My knees still feel weak, the rest of me is numb. What do I do now? What went wrong? Who betrayed me? I only told those closest to me. It didn't seem like such a huge deal at the time, but suddenly it seems horrible. I've been stabbed in the back. I don't understand.
Trust no one.