Ahh, betrayal. You motherfucker
The more information that I discover about this recent (and regrettably devastating) situation, the less I feel inclined to help repair the damage. Mistakes are easily forgiven, but other things (such as constant lying and backstabbing) just really piss me off. I hate depressing news... especially if the news is that someone you considered trustworthy turns out to have spun a ridiculous amount of lies in a relatively short amount of time. Goddamnit, everything has been a lie. Horrible, sickening lies. I don't understand the point of deception. I'm not upset about the actual lying; it's the lack of responsibility and regret. I never reveal the secrets of my friends, and I expect the same from everyone else. There has to be trust between friends, and now I don't think I can't trust one ever again.