Let the Records Show...
I still… wish for your happiness, no matter where you are or what you’re feeling.
I’m truly wounded by your declaration that people could only want me for sex when I have past evidence that THAT is not the case.
If you want me to hate you, sorry, it will never work.
Hate is just an extreme, twisted form of love and that’s more than I can give to anyone. Love is hard enough work, if you ask me.
Things I choose to post in text are things I might consider saying aloud but as I’ve said, it’s much harder for them to make it out of my mouth, at least not coherently.
No I don’t have good lie detection. I don’t see why one should be proud of that though because it’s really sad to catch someone lying through their teeth just to save face.
That’s what hurts most, not being trusted to handle the truth. After clearly entrusting a person with one’s own truth, it only paints you as a despicable, loathsome fool unworthy of ever taking seriously to behave in such a manner.
Regardless, that doesn’t mean I care any less about you. That’s just who I am. Loyal even if it kills me, and one day it might. Oh well, at least I went out honestly, in that, I have no regrets.