I lie. Like a lot. I'll lie about the stupidest things. Like even to my friends, to my mom, to my teachers. It's awful. You know what it is? I don't want to accept reality. My subconscious is so childish it feels the need to pretend that everything is fine. I don't feel emotions a lot. If you see me excited, or happy or anything, 60% of the time I'm faking. I hate it. It makes me feel like I'm this weirdo. Which I am. When I say I am, I feel the need to make to a joke. You see what I mean? I need to twist reality. I hate my reality. I wish it would be what it could be.
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Little things I need to get off my chest
RandomYeah, I know. People are calling them 'rants'. I'm choosing not to call them that because some of the things I have to say aren't particularly angry.
