I hated myself right now. I couldn't stop thinking about what he said to me and I tried not to care. I tried to focus on the movie, but it didn't work. His words just kept coming back and the image of him was still there. I tried to distract my mind by listening to some music. Nothing worked, so I decided to go out for a walk instead. I thought about everything that had to do with him. The topic wouldn't leave my mind... and I had to ask him why he lied to me saying that he had a gig, when all he was actually doing was having a girl over at his house. I could never forgive him for that. He had lied too many times and I can't just make apologies easy for him. No... If he wants my apology, then he'll faithfully give me a true meaningful apology. I doubt that would ever happen, but if he really did care about how he's been a total douche lately, he would know how to give a meaningful apology to me. I didn't buy his glares, his frowns, or even his hugs. I wanted nothing to do with him. He was probably at his gig already anyway, and it didn't matter anymore. I'm sure he'll give up after a few days later and just quit talking to me. Sure, he's been my closest friend and we had our best moments, but some things are just never forgotten and it kills me inside. It kills me that I don't know the reasons of why he lied to my face over and over, thinking it was nothing more than just a speck of dirt. I wanted to cry, but I held back my tears. All those memories came back in a flashback, but I've moved on. I can't just forgive him for all these countless things he's done that hurt me. He probably thinks its ok, but really, it's not. Maybe just maybe... he won't stop till I surrender. Let's see who wins. If he wants it that way, then fine! I'll play his precious little game; see who the last one standing is.
