Lying All My Life

I don't know why I do it. I just love how people could believe anything I say. I could tell them a sob story about me having a dead father. I could make my mom seem like the worst person in the world, even though she's the nicest person in our town.

Why do I do it so much? I question myself that every night I go to bed, but I wake up and do the same thing I usually I always do.

Lie.

Maybe I'm just addicted to it. Addicted to lying.

Could I go to rehab for that?

Doubt it.

But lying so much, people stop believing me. Especially when something's actually wrong.

You could say I'm a really horrible person.

Mean?

Disrespectful?

Disgusting?

All of the above?

Because it's all true I'm really just horrible all together. It's bad because I even know that I'm crazy. I'm really crazy. I just lie all my life for what.

Fun?

Yup just that.

I love it. I love every second of it.