Breathe in and breathe out

He was my best friend. I've known him for five years or so and this will be the sixth year.

And now because of his fabricated stories 'out of fun' as he said so, people are coming up to me and questioning if I was fucked. I was taken aback by such incredulity and anger pulsated through every vein in my body as fury built up. Most of all, it makes me want to cry. Fuck it. I am crying.

It makes me feel dirty - like a dirty whore who fucks around but I am not a slut, I am no where near of being a slut. People who know me knows that I can be pretty open-minded but I have my own conservative ways and I hold on strong to certain principles of life. I was brought up and taught to be chaste. I would never give myself away so easily and so recklessly. My virtue means so much to me and having it so unknowingly taken away from me by deceitful words of mouth, I feel beyond violated.

Nothing indecent ever happened between him and I.
I ponder to myself, why would he ever do such a thing to me? I thought he was my friend. I cared for him as a friend and believed in him but clearly, he never thought the same of me. Nothing obscene ever happened between him and I but he is going around telling people 'things' happened between us and even garnishing his stories with utterly lucid and salacious details, tarnishing my reputation to no end with his lies just to make himself look good or whatever he is foolishly trying to prove. He is so messed up and his level of maturity is beyond the bounds pathetic even I have no regards for him.

When you started spewing such ridicules out of your big fat gob, didn't it occur to you that how your immature acts would affect me and my life, did you even think of me at all when you started prattling all the bull? I have always known you are one to boast and gloat but I never thought you would possibly use me in the expense of your charade. You are so full of hot air and your life is made out of fiction created by yourself. You are definitely pursuing in the right field because you are indeed one hell of a fucking script writer and you put up an awesome one man show. I can't believe myself that I wanted to trust you.

I wouldn't feel surprised if one day you find yourself stranded in a mental institution because of all of the preposterous tell-a-tales finally going to your head and driving you schizophrenic but don't you worry, I won't ever think of visiting you if the day comes - just like how you never thought of me when you started fabricating ridiculous stories about/regarding me.

Have a nice life with all of your imaginary friends because I want you out of my mine. :)