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You don't get to call me a bad friend or have your little entourage do it for you. I fucked up and I regret what I did but in comparison to all the shit you've put me through this year it's nothing. I should have never told Lucy but how it all got spun around and became all my fault I still don't understand. I didn't know what the fuck happened, you're the only person who did, so it was you who actually told them and then decided to blame it on me. But why not right? You don't care about me, my friendships with anyone else, or my feelings. You've proved that time and time again this year. I can count the amount of times I was invited to one of your little clique get-togethers, 4 times. And if I truly wanted I'm sure I could count the amount of times we have hung out. The fact that I've been losing my best friend has been eating away at me for 7 months and now I'm the bad guy. I shouldn't be suprised, you have a way of turning things around to make it seem as though you're never in the wrong. Somehow you got everyone to think it was okay that you did a scene with Sam and ditched me all during Lenaea even though you were royally fucking me over. I don't know why or how I still consider you my best friend. You go 2 months whispering and making plans behind my back until I finally get you to agree to go to the city with me or something and then we have so much fun and I don't know why I ever questioned our friendship until it all begins again the next day.