I am a liar.
I lie everyday.
Who doesn't?
I'm beginning to not like myself. I lie to my mother almost every single day about where I'm going and who I'm with.
Sometimes, there's a reason for it, i.e. she doesn't like the people i'm hanging out with.
But now, it's come to the point where even if i'm going to the movies with my most goody-goodiest of friends, I lie and say I'm doing something else.
It's ridiculous.
I feel like Dane Cook. I'm lying just because I can.
And besides from the guilt I feel from lying, I LIKE it.
The guilt can be pushed aside. It's a silly emotion.
