i don't lie. you've known me for four plus years now and i've shown you over and over again how much you mean to me - even when you kind of disappeared off the face of the earth sophomore year. i'm sorry i disappointed you. but i also kind of disappointed myself, if it makes you feel any better. i'm glad you're holding this against me, hanging it over my head and twisting a knife in my back and making me feel bad for something i didn't do. awesome.
so thanks for not really knowing who the fuck i am at all after all.