I think I might be a compulsive liar.
I know I have issues.
And I think that might be one of them.
I don’t know how many lies slip out of my mouth. I always make stuff up. I always exaggerate my stories.
Lying is easy. And I’m really good at it. It’s fun. I haven’t really ever been caught.
I’m trapped in my lies.
I want to move away, to where nobody knows me.
Not to start living in the truth, but to make up more new lies.