If you lie too much, it’ll become a habit.
I hate liars. I always did. I can’t stand being lied to, so I always tried to find out the truth. I’m good at knowing whether someone is lying or telling the truth, so I get angry at people easily, knowing that they are hiding something from me.
But, I’m also a liar, and a good one on top of that. I love lying, I hate telling the truth. I lie a lot. To my parents, siblings, friends, teachers, psychologist, everyone. I don’t like them knowing about me. So I do understand those who lie to me. But most people, they’ll telling the truth to the ones they trust, unlike me. I lie to them, so they can think of me as a good person. Someone who wants to help them, someone who won’t judge them, a genuine person. The truth is, I just want to know about them, know how they think, they’re weakness. I’m manipulative, I admit it. I’ve told people I was a liar, but that’s just part of the game. I told them I was a liar, if I was a ”real one”, I wouldn’t tell them. And I tell some stupid lies, so they think that those are what makes me thinking I’m a liar. So they end up trusting me anyway, not thinking about me lying to them. I rarely reply correctly and directly to a question. They don’t know that much about me.
Only my closest friend, knows some of my secret. But that’s because I have no one other then her. If I’m not normal with her, when will I ever be? I care about her, which is surprising. I don’t get attached to people usually. But, we understand each other and we are pretty alike so it’s nice. For once, I feel like I have a true friend and I believe I should be a true one too.
I hate liars, but I am one myself. Nothing makes sense.
See With Your Soul 