When I was in the third grade I met Tiffany. We were playing freeze-tag at school.
I later found out she lived in the same apartment complex as me so we became…. friends.
We were actually lovers, or some form of that. We were children and did not exactly know how sex worked, but when I spent the night at her house, we would spend hours touching and rubbing on each other.
Until one night I decided I was done with that so I left her house in the middle of the night to walk back home to mine.
I moved away to a different state. She called me once. She told me that she missed our time together and wanted to know what exactly it was that we had together. Now in fourth grade, I scoffed and said it was nothing and that we were just being stupid kids.
I never spoke to her again.
Hello, and welcome to my blog.
I would like to begin this relationship with you by stating that you will know me like no one ever has. I will tell you what I have told no one and what I have told everyone. You will see the dark corners of my soul as well as the worn-out ones. The point of this blog is to share myself with people. Even if no one reads anything that I write, I will know that I told someone
I have led a life of lies, and, because of it, no one knows me. This isn’t some sort of melodramatic “I’m so special” or “no one understands me” things- it’s more of an “I’ve created a false image of myself and I’m too ashamed to tell people the truth” thing. In the seventh grade, I convinced a girl that I was a vampire, and I did it just to draw her into me. When I was in the first grade, I told the police that a man tried to kill me while I was out playing in the woods just to see if I could make them believe me. They did, but I was later caught in the lie by my Father and I refused to come out of my room for hours due to embarrassment.
However, I have gotten better since then.
The best way to tell a lie is with truth in your voice and in your eyes. The secret is to tell the most truth in your lie as possible. That way, it’s harder to get caught in your own web.
When I was a kid, my siblings would often change the words to certain sayings so that people thought we were just saying them wrong, but they were just an inside joke that only we understood. One such saying was changed from “liar, liar, pants on fire” to “liar, liar, plants for hire.” I still say it to this day. Every time, people turn and look at me, but the joke is only with myself.
P.S. I don’t want to tell you a lie the first time we meet so, just so you know, the police didn’t believe me. Not for a second. I’m sure that my Father called them to teach me a lesson, but I never actually spoke to them. When faced with real authority, I hid until they went away,