“Liars; lie.”

Something I was thinking about just now.

I’d just like to highlight one very important fact: I lie. I’ve lied to those I love, those I hate and those I couldn’t care less about. The interesting part is that I lie to each for different reasons, the first to protect them, the second to ruin them, the third, well because why tell them the truth?

One thing I’ve learnt is that there are no honest people, there are just pathological liars who are so enveloped within their own lies that they lose contact with reality and for them their false narrative is the truth. I am one of those so called “pathological liars.”

Recently I’ve started getting caught lying, not because I have too many to hide but because I’m trying to be different, I’m trying to be “better”, I guess that; in itself is a lie. My attempt to be honest is attacking my false narrative so much that those around me can now see the battle scars, and can now tell I am a liar.

What bugs me the most isn’t the fact that I lie, it’s the fact that I’ve allowed myself to get caught lying. I ask myself why I’m trying to be any different from who I am; if we are assuming who I am is the current mask I wear whilst writing this note. Why has my need to be more honest to those close to me just ended badly, why can’t they just see how these cracks are only present because I’ve allowed them the opportunity to attack.

Since there’s no such thing as an honest person, there are just good liars and bad liars, right? But, if we catch those that are bad at lying, isn’t it hypocritical of us; to just catch those who haven’t had the chance to perfect their “narrative” yet.