I am actually full of truth, but the truth can be hard to swallow when it doesn't work with this pre-crafted narrative you have in your head about what an asshole I am.
It's too bad you think that trusting me was a mistake, although I don't really know what you ever trusted me on, since as soon as I mentioned something you had to take on faith, from me, you rejected it and stopped talking to me.
When you come on my journal and accuse me of something I didn't actually do? I am, actually, by definition, the victim in the scenario.