"Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth. Honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free, I chopped down the cherry tree. Whatever. The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth... the truth freaking hurts...No matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it, eventually the lies fall away, like it or not."
It's not that you want to lie, but sometimes lying is about the only option left. And then hope to God no one finds out about it.
But by that time you'll probably find another back-up lie for the original lie. So what was the truth actually?
The truth is, that sometimes, or probably all the times we lie so that they hear what they want to hear. Some sort of assurance perhaps, that we are what they imagine to be.
"You're not fat"
"No, mum, I'm not at a shopping mall, I'm in the library."
"You should definitely talk to him, you make a great couple"
When all you are thinking is:-
"Tell the truth? Tell a lie?"
Most of the time, it is always the later one.
I find it shocking that some of my friends have never lied at all. Not even once. All goody-two shoes and everything. When I ask them why, they tell me that there is no reason to lie.
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They are either lying to my face or that they are bloody saints.
But in the end, I will probably go to hell along with my lies so what the heck.

