It made me develop a habit of lying at sleepovers whenever someone asked if I 'like-liked' anyone.
Nobody believed me when I said no-one. They would pester me until I spurted out a random name and then tease me for liking said person. So I lied. Every time. I would say someone's name who I knew would cause the most drama. Lying then became an instinct for me. It got to the point where I lied about even trivial things nobody cared about. The real me was now unknown. Everyone knew my lies, not me.
Look what you did to me.
YOU ARE READING
#no romo
Short StoryA short story about aromanticism. || TRIGGER WARNING: SLIGHT MENTIONS OF SUICIDE/DEPRESSION ||
