Lying devalues the truth. Or does it?
White lies...well, maybe not. That's how it goes though.
Bare and shamed faced lying on the other hand, and indeed, looking at the shadows on my cave wall, getting other people to lie for you, absolutely fucking stinks. In a way, I retch, but in another way I don't in the slightest. I no longer feel enslaved, under the thumb, on a leash, or any other similar image you'd like to present. Entries on the back of a postage stamp as usual.
Over the last few months, I really have had my eyes opened as far as character is concerned. There really are very few actual real people round here. I think the final nail in the coffin came earlier today.
The manipulation, the back-stabbing, the guilt-tripping. All of it can come to an end now because I saw what was going off behind the green curtain and realised I'm free. Released. Never again will they cross my path.
You forfeited your right to be my friend when you wouldn't even have the courtesy to look me in the eye. You forfeited the right to speak to me when you started ignoring me. Piss off you stupid hypocritical martyr. Oh, and you forfeited the right to be a person when you got people to lie for you when you couldn't even muster the spine to speak to me yourself. Go, child. Get out. You'll get everything you deserve one day, and not necessarily by my hand either. The funny thing is I'm not upset that I can see you clearly for what you are, but that I couldn't see that earlier.
One of my best and most trusted friends turned out to be nothing short of a disgusting and pathetic whelp. If I never hear your name again it's all the same to me.
"What are you doing here, Peb?" Looks like the real answer was 'wasting my time'.
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