It's even funnier that in the end it is ME who took a role of double-faced twat. Every second now I have to struggle just no to lose control over muscles of my face. I'm breaking my back to force those fake smiles, those fake talks and fake laughs. And I'm not even upset anymore. I'm furious. There's a little storm hidden under my ribs which grows bigger and bigger with every breath I take. And, ohhh, it should say you something. It should, because you have to hurt me really badly to see this marvelous transformation from calm girl with self control into someone who's losing her mind with every passing second.
It's season 3 of this endless drama, and you know what? I'm not gonna wipe your eyes any longer. Because we all know how it will end. And you have lost all the right to depend on me this time.