Well if it hurts this much, then it must be love

Right, I'm going to have another rant.
Don't you hate it when you think someone is lying to you (mostly because all the evidence points to such a conclusion) and they and the people around you manage to convince you that they're telling the truth, so you feel really bad but still have this nagging feeling that you were right and feel even worse for it? And don't you just hate it when you were right. When you find out that instead of telling the truth (like they pride themselves on doing) they lie. They let you think what you are thinking, and tell other people what they think you're thinking until they are putting thoughts into your head. Confused? Yea, me too. I'm also raving fucking mad. But there we go.
So I'm angry. I decided to go for a drive, because the mood I'm in, I wanted to go to the kitchen and pull all of the glasses out of the cupboard and smash them on the floor. So driving seemed to be the best option. It just makes me mad that I'm being made out to be the bad guy in this situation. So much so, even I was beginning to think I was being a dick, until I remembered that it was me being slagged off, and then I remembered that there was so much more than what had been written, and that made me so mad. That instead of telling me the truth, and actually talking to me about it, I got one big fat lie and I was allowed to believe it. So apparently now I'm acting like a tool. And I might be, if you didn't know how badly I felt screwed over right now. That my so-called "best friend" who now refers to me as the flatmate, was lying to me, and when asked about one incident, my other best friend lied to my face! I'm so sick of being lied to! And they wonder why I have trust issues. But now I'm eating chocolate. Because it really wouldn't be good for me to do what I want right now (smash things, crash things, hurt myself (that one in particular is taking the most restraint)) So I sew. I'm currently sewing a Peppa Pig for my nephew's Christmas present, since I can't afford real gifts this year.
So, if it comes to it, I'm not speaking to the flatmate, and I'm having it out with the other best friend when I see him tomorrow. I've had enough of this. Don't I deserve decent friends for once?