I guess I could live and let live, but I'm not, I'm going to let every little thing build up against you until I am the one who lights the match in the gasoline soaked house you built from lies, broken trust, and self-pity.
Like I told you earlier, strangers to you can appear the way you want them. You stabbed me and pretended to come to my aid, and when i ask why you respond with "i dont remember"
The reason I can see through your haze is that I am the same type of person in a way but i don't tell too many secrets because you never know if they might remember them or not, you have to tell them little things, so they think you trust them, but I don't betray friends and I always have an endgame plan for every one of my friendships. I am almost to my Zugzwang.
So, don't get too comfortable, it's not over until I say it is.
Tired of being stabbed by those whom I love most, I’m done, it’s time I grow up and find friends who are adults