My phone went off with a buzz and I hurriedly picked it up. "What's up?"
"Hey, Alex. I was wondering if you wanted to hang out today?" I heard the boy ask on the other end of the line, eager and hopeful to see me. He thought of me as his friend. Tough for him. He should know that I don't have friends.
I wanted to say yes. I wanted to not be so alone. But before I could come up with an answer, I heard myself say to him, "Sorry, I've got something to do today."
"Oh, okay." He sounded disappointed, and I immediately felt guilty. "See you." And then the line beeped to signal that he had hung up.
I put the phone down and stared at the ceiling, like I'd been doing for the past few years. Why had I lied? I hadn't even thought about a legitimate excuse - I just said I had something to do, without specifying. Maybe it was okay, because otherwise I would have sounded like I was lying. God damn it, Alex!
If it weren't for all the damn things that had happened to me, maybe I wouldn't be like this. Maybe I wouldn't constantly be lying all the time. It's as though I programmed myself to lie whenever someone asks certain questions.
function lie(){
if(readStr == "Are you okay?" ){
println("Yeah, I'm fine.");
} else if (readStr == "You want to hang out?"){
println("No thanks, I'm busy.");
} else if (readStr == "How are you?"){println("Fine, thanks.");
} else {null;
}
}It's as simple as that, really.

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Random Writings
RandomJust a thing of my random writings. Sometimes it's rage poetry, sometimes it's one-shots, sometimes it's little things that delve into a bigger story later on. We'll see what it turns into.