I once talked to some councillor at Uni campus, and mom found out. I'm not sure what to say, I can never truly easily grasp what she means... Even if she means good, I always take it in a bad way.
But, I realise that I'm drowning in self pity and I'm constantly procrastinating and daydreaming and that I'm tied to my own sense of dense, heavy ego—I'm failing my semester because I always do something else other than studying.
Even if I try to mend my ways, I lie about myself because I don't want to expose a single truth about my terrible, horrid self. I lie because I fear that telling the truth is going to make me scolded on just as bad and, I tell lies constantly with a smooth tongue and delicately alter facts and viewpoints without even consciously realising them at times. Even if I'm cornered like a stag in the corner, with my house of cards of lies about to collapse, to be torn apart by the hounds of truth, I'll consciously fabricate another lie, deny another fact. And I'll do it again and again with truths half spoken, sweet words and flattery until God knows what's real and what's fake because I don't want to be hurt... I'm very good at pitying myself and being rude and since I don't like to feel something unpleasant, I always lie and manipulate until everything's a blur and you can't tell apart anything because it's fused deep inside of the sludge of my slowly rotting heart—
I've been lying so much and so long, even I don't know what's fact and what's fiction. I always did it because I only wanted to hear sweet words and I always fear that if I told the truth, I'll be scolded and hurt just as badly as when I'm caught with a lie and I've been lying so much now, why should I even ever change? It's nothing but my ego, and I've fooled myself so well with a silver tongue, even I can't tell what's the truth. I don't know how deep the abyss I made for myself by fooling me and manipulating others goes.