First thing's first. I can catagorically say, for the record, that I cannot bear the strain a second longer. As the morbid weight of my pathetic tissue of lies causes it's ignoble collapse around my shamefully burning ears, a distant, lambent glow whispers the sultry word of 'Absolution' directly into my conscience. I just gotta come clean.
At Liam's party it was me who wrote 'Steve Slagter is over-rated' on the wall.
There, I said it.