Confessions of a Compulsive Liar
Some of you might have (or have had) this problem
Considering this is an online creative writing community.
I'm a pathological liar
Or a compulsive liar
Which ever you want to call it
I'm not entirely sure why I do it
Maybe it's because I'm afraid I'm not interesting enough
Or because I want people to think of me in a certain way
Maybe I wasn't hugged enough
Maybe I was touched in a funny way and don't remember
It could be in my DNA
Whatever
It was kind of okay a few years ago
Lots of teenage girls do it
It's annoying, but still fairly passable
However, I'm 18 now
I'm supposed to be an adult
Which leads me to believe that this is less of a personality quirk
And more of a problem
I know people can tell I lie
It affects my relationships
It makes them think less of me
But the lies just slip out
So, here are my confessions
As honest as my brain (probably packed with excessive white matter) can conjure
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