Compulsively lying your way through life and into others lives is really a quality I admire in you. To be so naive as to think that this new group of people will give two shits about you isn't surprising. You're lonely. Alone. So desperate in your attempts to gain some sort of affection, even if it is from an emotionally destroyed and completely vulnerable individual. Congratulations, we're all clapping and laughing. With you, I promise.
I'm such an awful friend for being depressed, I really am. I'm so sorry I cannot control my emotions, yet still manage to make an appearance for your birthday. Too bad it wasn't my birthday party because, obviously, I wanted to be the center of attention. All the time. It's why I always throw all of those amazing parties.
Rationalize this in your teaspoon serving of a brain: are you guilty because you're trying to get in her pants because of the history we all have with her? Are you saying I'm a bad friend because your conscience just cannot STAND the fact that you went ahead and told people I am no longer friends with about MY personal problems, MY personal choices, and THEN had the fucking nerve to twist my words around? And after all of that, claimed that I fucking did anything to hurt the person I love with all my heart? There's a word for people like you: Drama queens.
Eat your words, dick wad. Come clean with yourself before pointing out peoples faults and masking your own wrong doing.
I was a damn idiot for trusting you with anything in the first place, so maybe I deserve the backlash. The minute I try trusting people again something like this happens. We all make mistakes but I believe in the powers of the Universe. You'll get yours. I've gotten mine time and time again. Patience is a virtue, don't worry.
And for the record, no one gives a fuck that you're in the military. Seriously.
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