I can handle the fact I came to you for advice and you intentially gave me poor advice to make me look bad. In that, you succeeded greatly. What I can't handle is you gave this advice knowing the damage it would do to her, while you stood by her and condemned me for it. You knew what would happen, and let it happen. Created it, even. That's not alright. Everyone in this forsaken place is playing games with one another, but most don't know that they're also being played by one another. You'll ruin yourselves, but I'll be fine - I never wanted in this game, and I'm out now for good.







