I’ve always lived an insanely boring life. Homeschooled since kindergarten. A few years ago(I was about 17) , I began taking classes at homeschool groups and made the first friends I’d ever made in my life. But I began telling lies about whom I was and things I’d experienced. To make myself more interesting. I write things and details down to keep track of it all. To remind myself of “who I am” according to all my friends. I’ve lied about s***** experiences, parties, drugs, ex boyfriends, and even told one friend that my father beat me, which he did, but I exaggerated more than necessary. It’s gotten to the point where I am starting to blur the line between what’s real and what is not. I no longer have to read my lies and notes about them, it feels as if that’s me. But I literally lost myself now and I am legitimately one big lie. My boyfriend of 3 years only knows the “me” that I pretend to be but I seriously love him. He proposed yesterday and I plan on keeping up all of my lies till the day I die with him…. /: