You know that moment when you lie? When you tell everyone that you're just fine, but you're actually not. After you lie you pause for a moment. You think to yourself how much you just want to tell the truth. How you want to spill it all. Every hurt. Every time you feel worthless. But you never do. You just reply that you're fine. It becomes an automatic response. To lie. But you never stop. Over and over. Always lying. Never being honest.
But why?
Are you afraid that people will see you as weak? Are you afraid that people will be pushed away by your honest feelings? Are you afraid that people will judge you for how you feel?
I don't know.
I don't know why I lie. Why I won't ever tell those who actually care about me what is going on in my head.
Instead, I just lie.
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Tales of a Dreamer
Short StoryA bunch of random, mini stories I come up with randomly. I promise I do not need help. I write from emotions that I feel, and I intensify them. I am a perfectly happy individual who just needs a place to express my emotions. Don't worry, enjoy!
