She is a hypocritical skank with whitewashed skin. She embodies all the things I despise. I really despise her. I exhaled a sound that implied "hatred," but she didn't appear to notice because she never did anything to me. and treated me horribly, but I suppose that's all there is to say. She behaved that way, but it wasn't the comparable. I could not even tell my family because I trusted her with everything, but once I left her, she told the others. I suppose everything was my affair. However, it does not handle things the way she did. Though love is too young to appreciate what conscience is, who can deny that love is the source of conscience? So, dear deceiver, do not beg me to correct my mistakes should I prove to be guilty of them. No lack of conscience can prevent me from referring to Her as "friend," for whom dear love I rise and fall.
