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I\'m made out of lies.

MiseryCalls, Female, 18, Canada, Winnipeg

I have this thing for lying because I thought I'd be cool and all but I was wrong. It only got worse and got myself and others hurt. I know it's not right but I said and done it anyways. I feel bad for the shit I done to people back then and I don't really know if there's a way that they'd ever forgive me. I don't have the guts to find them and say sorry. All because of me and being a stuck up shallow person back then had made me realize that I'd be the one who gets that kind of treatment in the end. It sucks. And I'm deeply sorry for that. I did what any stupid kid would do for some popularity, I didn't think. I'm stupid for not even caring. I lost some friends by doing that. My life now isn't suppose to be what it is now. If I were to stick up to you people and didn't care what others thought then I wonder what life would be like if I did that? But hey, it's the prenent now. Time for some changes. I changed ever since some bitch started to pick on me in grade six. I think she's a dike or something but she looks like a babboon. But anyways, yeah. Sorry deeply sorry for mistreating you if you're out there. Or even still alive for that matter. Just keeping this up inside feels like a heavy burden. I shall not rest till I actually see that person who was once my friend, and apologise to her and set our differences asside. I damaged other of my own friendships by lying to the only real male friend I got. I'm a sucker for lying I can admit that. But I sworn from this day forth that I'll tell the truth.. Well only some of the truth just for protection. But just knowing what I've done has kind of hurt me inside, and remembering what I did just tears me up inside. I wish someone can save me from myself.

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