When I was younger, I never fully realized that I was lying so often, even if it was about the littlest things. However, as time went on, the lies became more and more serious, and even then, I still wasn’t aware of what I was doing. My lies never got out of hand or got me in trouble for the most part, but when you’re not aware of the own lies spilling from your mouth and allowing your brain to replace what’s real with something that’s false, it’s not hard to start believing your own lies. And I had done just that. I had wrapped myself up in a cocoon full of my own lies, and it was the only thing that I could find comfort and solace in for a long, long …show more content…
All I can say is that it was one of the easiest things in world for him to do, and now, that has translated over to me. I honestly hate myself for who I am and who I’ve become, but once you’ve formed a habit, it’s quite difficult to break it. I have to do everything in my power to not lie like I have in the past, and that in itself has brought more problems on myself. By controlling my lying, I’m either too honest, too timid, or I’ve become so uncomfortable that all I want to do is curl up in a ball and die. Being a compulsive liar isn’t all that’s it’s cracked up to be, and for a person with enough guilt and shame on their shoulders, it doesn’t help to pile on the lies from both the present and the past to my current