this morning #1832.

this morning, not sure why i lied to you. the fiction, unabated, just came spilling out of my mouth. instead of correcting my mistake, i chose to just roll with it. embrace whatever chaos i’d wrought. i’m sorry. it just seemed easier that way. really didn’t think you’d have that sort of reaction though. didn’t think you’d take what i said & use it to accuse our friends so quickly that i had no time to stop you or warn them. yes. this is all technically my fault but the things you said to them made things way worse. they really didn’t deserve such acerbic words, not even if they had done what i said they did. i lit the fire but you threw a shit ton of gasoline on it. maybe next time you shouldn’t trust me so damn much.