Everything you've heard about me is true; the lies you tell your friends, the s**t you read on my my myspace, the assumptions made, all the 'he said, she said' bullshit is true. We believe what we want to believe no matter what anyways. We make our own truths, and live our own lies. I used to be nice, and I got ******** over because of it. I will let you vent to me and then take you back as a friend after you pull some shady s**t. It's funny that things actually happen like that. I'm the one that gets the story turned around to make ME look bad, when it really is someone else at fault. I realize that everyone makes mistakes, but if it happens more than once it's no longer a mistake, it is intentional. The cuts made by the ones you love bleed the most and leave the biggest scars. Everything happens for a reason; I consider everything a learning experience.......