There's a lot of kind of lies.
That doesn't make a lot of sense; well, neither do a lot of my lies, okay?
See, the kids of lies I'll be talking about are red lies. Not grey lies, where you don't hurt anyone; rather, you might even benefit. And not white lies, where, at your cost, someone else is spared. Not even black lies, where you are rewarded when someone loses out.
No, this is all about red lies where at your cost, someone else is also penanced.
So, really, no one wins. No one does in my situation either.
You see, there's the people who tell the lies, who think it's fine. Until the get caught. And then there's those who are lied to, who think it's fine too. Until they get caught. They being the liars of course.
So if we maintain that balance between both truth and existence, obliviousness might be what saves us from oblivion. But I'd that to say that without acknowledgement something wouldn't exist. To a typical teenager, it might seem similar and factual, but I know that just because your not noticed doesn't mean it's not true.
Anyway, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, not making sense. I do that a lot, what with my love of irony, originality, and oxymorons. I love stuff that doesn't make sense without thought, puns, palindromes, paradoxes. And so it makes sense that I decide to do this to myself.
I won't lie. That's what I've told myself. That's what plays in my head every second, keeping me from the homework I so desperately need to do. In fact, writing this is probably procrastination itself. But I write to make people feel something. And I write to feel something by evoking emotions in my audience , if I ever have one, that is.
Well, world. How about this then? How do you feel about the fact that I'm a pathological liar? Does it make sense that as a liar, I'm writing the truth? I mean what can you even believe? How can you trust that every word across this screen isn't false, that nothing is real?
Well, easy answer? You can't.
Don't.
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