LIEEES

This is what happens when I try to write a story. I write a short and confusing and weak rant.

Life. Life is a lie. Every single person- pretends, poses, lies. They lie to be something they are not. To make themselves happier, to make others happier. Sometimes it’s with good reason, other times it’s not.

Why is it, that when people are upset, they lie and say they are okay? What does that accomplish? Wouldn’t it make a lot more sense for everyone to tell the truth?

“Hey, you seem upset. Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m just tired.”

“…Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

It can’t help anything. Denying that you’re upset. It does no good. If you admit it, you can help yourself to be better.

When you have romantic feelings for someone, why do you deny it? It might not lead to anything, but there is a chance it could become something good.

“Hey”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“Nothing, just…. You’ve been acting a little differently around me lately. Do you like me?”

“What? No.”

“Oh…..Okay”

When people hate who they are, why do they deny it and say they love their life? They can do something to make their life something they are proud to live. If they love their life, why do they say they hate it? It does no good.

Think about it. You might not lie, but are you ever actually honest? Do you tell the truth to everyone. You may be tired, but also admit that something is wrong. Don’t necessarily admit what is wrong, just don’t say nothing. If you love someone, it might not be a lie to say you don’t like them, but is it truthful? Being completely truthful all the time might have some bad consequences, but being truthful about a lot of things can’t hurt anything. Making sure you don’t lie can only do good in your life. Can’t it?