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I can't believe this. I can’t believe you. You don’t tell the truth. Not to me, nor to anyone. Of all people, I would think that you would at least tell me the truth. Not because of our history but because IT IS WHAT FRIENDS DO. I’m so sick of hearing about things; the truth of events after the fact. I don’t care that it was a while ago, I care about the fact that you LIED. You told me what you thought I wanted to hear. Who cares how bad you look in the present, or what you did, it is not made worse by the fact that you LIED. I don’t care that it was in the past, the fact is that you lied to me over and over again. You've just made it worse for yourself, not only do you look bad by what you did, but you lied about it too. Why the hell didn’t you just tell me the truth??
Now the shit has hit the fan. I know how much you lie, how much you lied to me. In my eyes, it makes you look worse. The worse part is that I FORGAVE YOU. Even when you avoided all of my questions, allowing you to just come out honestly, I had to dig and ask you directly.
You know what a hypocrite you’ve been. I know; other people know, they point it out. For someone who cares so much about what other people think of you, you sure as hell aren’t helping yourself out. It sucks to find out the truth from people that I would least expect it from. Not everyone thinks you are that wonderful person that you wanted them to believe. So many people predicted this transformation. And I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, like always. I can’t believe that I even thought that you would consider telling me the whole truth. Forget knowing me for three years, forget the relationship, forget whatever type of friendship that we had after the fact.
It makes me wonder, how much have you not told me? How much of our relationship was a lie? How many things did you tell me just because you knew that I wanted to hear them? How much of what you told me was untrue, so that I would not look at you any worse? This puts everything you’ve ever said to me in jeopardy. And it puts you in a completely different light.
So it comes to this: I will define what I will do. I do not trust you. I will say this openly, honestly. I know that I am not special; what you tell me has been told to about a dozen others before I hear it. I have never been that special in your eyes, and it is a painful realization. I do not want to have feelings for you, I am trying my best to rid myself of any sort of affection that I once had for you. You do not deserve my friendship. I was too forgiving of you, I trusted you, I was honest with you, I told you secrets that I would never share with anyone else. I do not know if you have broken that trust, by all means I am sure that you have. By sheer ignorance, I can bet that you have. I was the type of friend that I expected you would be with me. However, I have been mislead by false conceptions of someone that I thought I knew. I am tired of being hurt by you, and if you want be apart of my life, you have to make a conscious effort to be a good friend.
Just in case you didn’t know the definition of a GOOD FRIEND, let me define it for you.
A good friend is honest, trustworthy, can contain a secret, is conscientious of others and what is sensitive to them, someone whom you have a special connection with.
Yeah. I’m mad. I’m angry. I’m hurt. If you can’t figure that out than I’m surprised you can even navigate to this page.
Now the shit has hit the fan. I know how much you lie, how much you lied to me. In my eyes, it makes you look worse. The worse part is that I FORGAVE YOU. Even when you avoided all of my questions, allowing you to just come out honestly, I had to dig and ask you directly.
You know what a hypocrite you’ve been. I know; other people know, they point it out. For someone who cares so much about what other people think of you, you sure as hell aren’t helping yourself out. It sucks to find out the truth from people that I would least expect it from. Not everyone thinks you are that wonderful person that you wanted them to believe. So many people predicted this transformation. And I wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt, like always. I can’t believe that I even thought that you would consider telling me the whole truth. Forget knowing me for three years, forget the relationship, forget whatever type of friendship that we had after the fact.
It makes me wonder, how much have you not told me? How much of our relationship was a lie? How many things did you tell me just because you knew that I wanted to hear them? How much of what you told me was untrue, so that I would not look at you any worse? This puts everything you’ve ever said to me in jeopardy. And it puts you in a completely different light.
So it comes to this: I will define what I will do. I do not trust you. I will say this openly, honestly. I know that I am not special; what you tell me has been told to about a dozen others before I hear it. I have never been that special in your eyes, and it is a painful realization. I do not want to have feelings for you, I am trying my best to rid myself of any sort of affection that I once had for you. You do not deserve my friendship. I was too forgiving of you, I trusted you, I was honest with you, I told you secrets that I would never share with anyone else. I do not know if you have broken that trust, by all means I am sure that you have. By sheer ignorance, I can bet that you have. I was the type of friend that I expected you would be with me. However, I have been mislead by false conceptions of someone that I thought I knew. I am tired of being hurt by you, and if you want be apart of my life, you have to make a conscious effort to be a good friend.
Just in case you didn’t know the definition of a GOOD FRIEND, let me define it for you.
A good friend is honest, trustworthy, can contain a secret, is conscientious of others and what is sensitive to them, someone whom you have a special connection with.
Yeah. I’m mad. I’m angry. I’m hurt. If you can’t figure that out than I’m surprised you can even navigate to this page.