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I made a little mistake. I wasn't quite honest. I fibbed, told a little white lie. I panicked, what would you have done? I mean, there's my secret that everyone already knew and now that I knew everyone knew it, it changed so many things. Our friendship, not that I don't want it back, that you ruined too. But you act like you're the only person who's never lied before, you act like you're perfect, you're portraying yourself as the victim. And since everyone's your friend, they believe you. Well yeah, I hope you're happy now. Really. I mean, no. You won't tell me who I can hang out with, you won't tell me who I can't. If you don't care to try to keep our friendship, then you don't have a reason to tell me what to do. But you'd better be happy. You get everything, and I mean everything, you could ever fucking want. But I'm starting to believe you're always going to want more, and that you'll never be happy.