  Aye... now I feel guilty, he IS a dear friend after all. Casting stones seemed the better thing to do rather than tying stones around one's ankles and jumping headlong into deep waters.
Still, Gerard and Claudia are right, he really doesn't deserve my wrath. My mom tells me I always presuppose everyone else has ulterior motives and I really have to stop thinking the worst of people. She also tells me I pin blame on everyone but myself and that I am ace at playing the guilt-trip game when things don't go my way. Spoilt brat syndrome? I wish I could apologise, but we're on a time-out. I sometimes think I possess the emotional maturity of a teenager.
I don't always make the best decisions in behaviour, and I should be the last person to cast stones. 
