5:51 a.m. - 2009-04-11
Liar Liar
I want so badly to fit in, to belong. I just don't feel I belong.
I'm never truly myself, I'm always lying.
"Do you like sports?"
"Yeah, I love them!" (not really, I just want to talk to you about something, even if it's something that doesn't interests me.)
"How was your day?"
"It was great! I met this woman and we did this and that..." (It was uneventful, all I did was sleep. Howver, I don't want to sound boring, so I'll make up some shit. This way I won't feel so damn insignifcant.)
"How are you?"
"I'm fine." (Honestly, I feel empty. Howver, we live in a stoic society where everyone is always fucking fine and so I don't want to complain to you.)
In a nutshell, I'm full of shit and I hate myself for it.
I'm only honest when I'm writing, so give me a piece of paper so I can end all these lies!
