Because it's easier than the truth.
The truth is that you're mentally unstable.
And that you need psychiatric help. We both do. We always have.
The truth is that I have no idea what you're talking about.
Call it lying to myself, or call it you being ridiculous. I don't care.
But I can tell you this. If I had stabbed you in the back, I wouldn't care to try to get in contact with you. I wouldn't be worried about you.
And you cannot press charges for this. I am posting on my blog, to be read by whomever chooses to access it. I am not emailing you, I am not calling you. You have been removed from my phone. You have been removed from my speed dial. You were my best friend until your heart and mind became slave to your mental and emotional insecurities.
All I have to say is, have a good life.
You deserve pain.
And don't contact me unless you feel like enlightening me as to what I did that stabbed you in the back.