I don’t understand how you can say you are my best friend, my sister, the person you tell everything too, when I know you you lie to me all the time.
You are a liar, and a selfish person, but I call you my best friend.
I don’t understand how you can have such blatant disregard for my feelings. For everyone’s feelings. How you can sit here and twist the truth so it makes you look better. We all know what you are doing, and we know you aren’t the innocent victim that you paint yourself to be.
All I want is for you to be honest with me. And I want you to be happy. I could never be disappointed in you, so you don’t have to worry. If we are going to be best friends forever, if we are going to “share our lives” then let’s share our lives. You shouldn’t have to tell me everything, but why wouldn’t you want too?