My whole life is based on lies, I’ve exaggerated my life endlessly, all based in truths, but only half of my life story is true. I’ve moved so much and compartmented things so much, that I have gotten away with every lie I’ve ever told. All of my friends and family believe I’m a great person, but I’m truly terrible for all the lies I told. I hate my life, but cannot confess to my people. I just can’t. I’m fucked, and I have no idea what to do. Fuck me

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