She stared at the laptop screen in front of her. Her eyes, filled with darkness and sorrow. She couldn't take it in. Not anymore. She was done. She's done being happy all the time and feigning it. Or even taking in the ignorance.
"Why do you lie?"
She asked the boy.
"I'd never lie to you," the boy replied with such simplicity.
. . .
Liar.
Have you no shame?
Asking me to look at it? To... look at such an art... and make me feel more depressed than I already am?
WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?
"I'm ugly,"
Seriously? Again with that. "Are you trying to get my attention by saying that? How low."
"No," he sternly replied.
No. He says. Liar.
Liar.
"Shut up."
Liar.
"I'm not,"
Lies.
"You don't trust me?"
You're gaining my trust in a way you wouldn't like.
"I'm not lying. Everything I said was true."
Shut up. I know when a person is lying. I can tell.
"You think I'm a fake?"
I said your words sounded fake.
"Cool,"
Bless your heart.
I am sorry I do not make sense sometimes.
YOU ARE READING
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