I would really wish to think that all those times we sat in the car, house, bathroom, pool. ect. that the reason why you didn't want to tell me or the reason why you said outloud "should I tell Julie" was because you didn't want to hurt me in the end.

With your dumb lies, you really have torn apart my life not to mention my best friend's. I told my mom everything, I confided in her when we had no terms at all, because I wanted to most help for you I could find and I didn't know what a 14 year old girl at the time could do. And I don't have the guts to tell my mom that you are a liar, you lied.

Does four years of friendship not mean a thing?
Wait, it wasn't friendship. It was four years of lies.
So I guess you can't even answer that question.
Does four years of lying not mean a thing?
Obviously not.