i guess some things are better... not really

You call me a liar?

Alright I'll admit, I do lie about things, just never to you. I never lie to you. I just don't tell you things, see there's a difference. One thing means you tell someone a fabrication of false events. The other, you just keep to yourself. Duh!

He has your exact name, exact birthday, and he spells "your" when it should be "you're". I'm not saying you need a grammar lesson, it's just you don't really care. If it was a different person, they would probably notice. Anyway, he texted certain phrases like you. He knew my middle name, the passcode to my phone, and my phone number. Now, I don't give out my phone number here and there. I gave you my phone number recently on paper because you don't remember. Shocking huh? The only thing you don't remember that is mine.

I don't know what's wrong with you. I was freaking out over the phone because you made it seem like it wasn't you and it was a scary strange guy. If it isn't you, then how the frick does this guy know so much? You never really comforted me, you just said that you're tired of my shit, that I probably made it up.

Why would I make up something so horrible? I would never do that. And I was calling you at 1:30 in the morning. That usually means it's an emergency.

Then again, I don't know if you understand that.

I don't know man, that's pretty fucked up. This entire situation is and I hate it.