I lie. Alot. I don't know what I say is true anymore. Scary that I run on a "do now, ask questions later" system, which will soon come to bite me in the ass by the end of the week. I won't go into the details because, well, you as a reader are on a need to know bases. Aside from confronting my lies, I have some other downers to frown upon.
I asked one of my past friends I knew since 8th grade to go out for dinner. Well her parents are strict and forth coming, so today, I have nothing to look forward to (aside from my daily doctor’s appointment.) I knew this was going to happen, but at least tomorrow is Friday. Nothing can go wrong, until Saturday. I have yet to contact a specialist that can fix my head full of non-sense and un-organization.
Its time I fire my psychologist. We talk about nothing special, but today is the day we make or break the relationship I've had with him for the last few years. If I don't feel like I've been satisfied with his help, then I will have to politely cancel any further sessions. I have to blame myself because I've been lying to him and others about what I've been doing with my time. How can someone help you if they don't know the full truth?
So what do lies do for us? Make life seem ok when it’s really not.