M, My therapist advised me to write this letter, but I'm not sure just yet whether I'll actually give it to you or not. I've got so many questions towards you, but my biggest question is "why?". Why all the lies? I already knew that you lied every now and then. About your birthday, about your age, about moving out. All things I accepted. After all you're someone whose stories shouldn't always be taken too serious. But why do you tell one person that you've got your driving license, and the other that you haven't got it? Why say you've spent god knows how much money on something, when in reality it's way cheaper in stores? Why tell one person you've got no clue what's happened to your parents and that you want to go to your country of birth to search for them, but tell the other they've been murdered? Why buy loads of expensive unnecessary things and act like you've got loads of money, when in reality you're in debts and you've got bailiffs at the door for you regularly? I already have an issue with trust, find it hard to really trust someone, but I trusted you. You were 1 of my best friends, and now it turns out that it's even questionable whether ___________ is your real name or not (Google came up with a singer from your country of birth who also happens to live in the Netherlands). I feel deceived, betrayed, abandoned and all trust has been wiped away. Never in my life have I been this angry and disappointed in someone. I haven't got a clue anymore what was/is actually true about you. And that hurts. Have you ever actually cared about me? Or was that all lies too, just like everything else in your life? You've had a tough childhood, if all those things you've said are true, and I think that's sad, but I cannot feel sorry for you. Or perhaps I do feel sorry for you. I feel sorry for you, because you felt all those lies were necessary. But in reality all your lies and actions cause are pain, sadness and anger. I hope you get stuffed in your own shit, from me you don't have to expect anything anymore. I do not regret the fun things we did together, but I do regret the fact that I ever trusted you. Ester.