All I do is LIE

So this isn’t exactly a suicide story, but it adds to the turmoil I feel inside. I lie, to everyone, uncontrollably. Not a big problem, you’d think, but it is. I hurt the people I’m closest to. The only person out of my group of acquaintances at school that is actually a friend to me…if that made sense so far, has a dirty sense of humor, and can be mean to my sister, but all in all, she’s my only friend.

Anyways…I lie to her more than I lie to my parents, sister, or anyone else for that matter. I make things up about my life, what I’ve done in different situations, I lie about other people and make stuff up about them just to make things interesting.

But I really hurt her last week with me lying about what i told one sort-of-friend, about what my true friend said about my sort-of-friend. I only told her I said one thing that she told me. And eventually my sort-of-friend told her what I said to find out if she really had said that (of course gossiping and whatnot always backfires, but can you blame a teenage girl? ehem, YES) and now I’m here.

Just wanted to let it out.