I have to confess that I made you look bad in my stories and I don't even understand why. Now my guilt's eating me up 'cause I know you didn't do anything bad.
I know that an apology would only look like I'm justifying myself. To feel less guilty about it, but I want you to know that it was never my intention to hurt you.
It was never my intention to lie. I am a liar. A big fat one.
