Half of my life is a lie.
It all started when I wanted to have sex with this girl who liked the type of guys I wasn't. At first it was easy to just say whatever I knew she wanted to hear. Stuff like, no, I'm not a virgin, and yes, I've done copious amounts of drugs. Well, then I started dating her. All of a sudden these innocuous lies became who I was. I had thought that after we fucked I could go back to being "me", but apparently not.
That was about 13 years ago. Basically, I've been slowly shedding off that shitty layer of filth, and trying to see past the truths that were once lies. Because when you lie about the same shit, over and over, to yourself and to others, all of a sudden it seems like the truth. Yeah, I smoked crack. Yup, I've been to detox too. My imagination is so good that I can actually visualize myself in those situations. They appear to me as real as the memory of waking up this morning.
But. I totally fucked that girl and loved it. This is the truth. I think.
Posted by anonymous at March 9, 2008 8:55 PMSounds like a lovely young lady, this girl who wanted to fuck druggies.
Posted by: at March 14, 2008 4:56 AMyawn ... what are you complaining about? tell her the truth - it'll knock her socks off, blow her mind as to what a REAL "bad ass mofo" you are for lying to her just so you can get in her pants ... you'll both get over it ... then you can get back to fucking again ... so what?