Why do we always have to tell the truth?
Why do we lie?
We tell the truth only when it's a good thing.
We lie to make the situation seem better when it's not.
We tell the truth to guide someone who is lost in between the truth and lies.
We also lie and trick the lost person into believing that the lie is the truth.
We tell the truth when we know we have to be honest about things no matter how awful they turn out to be.
We lie when we want to cover up the horrid truth and pretend nothing's wrong.
We let the truth out when we want to resolve a problem.
We lie to make things worse when they already as bad as it could get.
We tell the truth when we need to get it off our chest.
We lie when we want to keep the truth locked away from everybody else.
We tell the truth when we don't want to get caught lying.
We lie when we are too scared to be honest.
When we tell the truth, we either cry tears of joy or sadness.
When we tell a lie, a knife slowly stabs our heart and there is no cure.
We tell the truth, but we also tell a few white lies.
We lie, and we keep on lying until it becomes a habit.
We tell the truth to hide our lies.
We tell lies to hide the truth.
We tend to tell the truth when we are calm and feel like it.
We also tend to lie when being pressured by others who hope for the best when it's actually not.
There is nobody in the world who is completely truthful but there are people who are full of lies.
Being an honest person can be rewarding but it can also make one guilty.
Being a liar can cover up the hidden truth and make everything seem right, but you feel the guilt and pain of lying.
I won't lie about this because I lie too, at times.
But that does not mean I cannot be honest.
I am honest most of the time.
But I can also be a liar as well as I am honest.
So are you, my dear reader.
There is no doubt that everybody lies but we have to know our limits.
When it's time to stop, we stop.
When you feel like lying, by all means; Go ahead -but you're all by yourself there.
I don't know what I'm rambling about but I think I'm making a bit of sense.
Maybe it's the fact that life is full of truths that seem like lies.
Maybe it's the fact that so many lies out there that seem like the truth.
Maybe it's the fact that I'm not satisfied with how much i THINK I've grown up, but I still can't seem to differentiate between the truth and lies.
But what if other people can't differentiate that either?
I feel so disoriented, jovial, dejected, melancholic, infuriated, content, disheartened, and placid -all at the same time.
But essentially, I'm just confused.
It's okay.
Once I know how to differentiate these two things, I know I have completely grown up.
That is, if I'm completely sure I know how to deal with these things.
Well, that's all for now. TOODLES!
With Love,
AliceAdriannaSabki;
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