I just spent hours talking to a very close friend and I am upset at what happened to him. I do not have the liberty of discussing here about his issues but I'll say betrayal is one son of a bitch you'd love to kill.

And to her, I'll leave these words (I know...):

We all have reasons for rewriting history. Sometimes, we need to provide ourselves alibis. Sometimes we want to hurt someone who have hurt us. And then there are times we just want to spare ourselves embarassment. Of course, there are some who feel to rewrite history is just another way to lie. But what is history anyway, with a set of lies agreed upon?

Is this what you have begu to embrace?