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August 14, 2003
I'm still talking to her even if I can't tell her what I truly think anymore. She blindly believes I'm honest, my usual self, the person she's always known. She hasn't a clue that every time we see each other I'm measuring my every word, if not plain lying through my teeth. I'm torn between severing my ties with her altogether before I insult her or myself any more, and standing by her side, seeing as I am the only friend she's been able to keep. It's a drag when our best friends fall in love with the worst bastards.