I’m not a fool.

I may act like one sometimes. I may play dumb, act like I don’t know what’s going on. I may have, even today, to give you a chance to get your story straight. To give you the blatant opportunity to come clean. But I have never been a fool and I do not ever intend to be.

Betty, I have always been able to tell when you are hiding something from me. And I’ve told you that. You are horrible at hiding things. You are horrible at lying. And still, you continue to. I used to think you’d mature. You’d grow out of it. Now, as you continue to digress, I know better.

I admit, I haven’t put effort into our friendship, especially recently. It’s a chore to me. I do it for nothing but sheer obligation. I no longer enjoy being around you. When we grew through the past few years, we did not grow alongside each other; we grew apart.

So honestly, I don’t care about what you’re hiding from me. It stings a little, but it’s nothing I can’t except and I’m actually pretty happy about the fact that I don’t have to deal with you and your friends who I don’t get along with.

It’s the fact that you’re hiding something from me. The fact that you could think that I would be such a fool to not realize it. That you could ever possibly think that I couldn’t see right through the pathetic games you play.

I’m over it. You, of all people, shouldn’t think so low of me.

I’m not a fool.



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