i have a very bad habit of lying. i think i could be classified as a mild..oh, what's the word? it starts with a 'p'...psychological? pathological? it's a type of liar, the kind that can't help lying and often believe their lies. i lie about trivial things, ie time of day, places, people, etc etc. it wouldn't make a difference if i told the truth anyway. sometimes i make a conscious effort not to lie, but it just pops out. no one can tell that i lie; i don't tell big, huge lies; they're little white or greyish ones that are completely believeable and blend in with everything else. i've become very good at it, so much so that sometimes i even start to believe it. i can lie like anything; i'm proud of it. perhaps too proud. i do to get what i want, mostly; artificial scenarios prove to be very helpful.the only person i don't like lying to is my sister. i like to think that there's someone out there who knows who i really am.
there are very few people whom i'd even think about even trusting with the remote truth.
catharsis; that's what bryce (not the good one) called it. feel free to wander around the rest of this hmpg, but be aware that it may have an artificial orange tang to it.
