I Actually Mean What I Say
I used to feel like the truth was a way of life. I had it tattooed on my back. I have been grand scale lied to before.
But something happened and I let my emotions get the better of me.
And because I didn't get what I wanted, and didn't want to be weak or hurting, my huge ego and I decided that lies were the only way to get out of it.
Next thing I knew every other word out of my mouth was a lie. It got so out of control and I felt like I was buried in my own lies.
I was horrible.
What the hell happened to me? Why was my pride So much more important than honesty?
But something happened and I let my emotions get the better of me.
And because I didn't get what I wanted, and didn't want to be weak or hurting, my huge ego and I decided that lies were the only way to get out of it.
Next thing I knew every other word out of my mouth was a lie. It got so out of control and I felt like I was buried in my own lies.
I was horrible.
What the hell happened to me? Why was my pride So much more important than honesty?
36-40, F
