May 01, 2009 02:38
i am a pathological liar. not in the cute way that you may have seen in some movie. i mean garden-state. you saw it in that movie, and it was adorable, while somewhat depressing. i know who i am. I am not what i say. i do know who i am though. most of you do not. in order to know me you have to overlook what i say, because a decent amount of it is a lie. but at the same time there have been some people i have been very honest with. i'm not really sure who those people are, but i know that they exist. I am trying to get over this. you have no idea how much it bothers me. the only way for you to get it would be for me to tell you to imagine hating yourself so much and finding yourself so valueless as a person that you must try and create something else. then, as you're attempting to create yourself you only manage to create more self-loathing. then, you throw in the fact that alot of your friends understand the fact that you're full of shit, but don't really get that you are trying to stop. i'm trying to stop. so fuck you if you're reading this and judging me. that's why i began in the first place.
i want to stop, and i feel as if some sort of confession is in order. take that as you will. i just want to exist.