I lie because you lie. You say you won’t freak out, you say you won’t over react. Then, you do. You try your hardest to make me feel like a terrible person when, in reality, I’m just attempting to trick myself into believing I have some sort of independence. Either way you’re going to criticize and chastise me for my actions, so why bother telling you the whole truth to begin with? I’m an honest person, but everyone lies at some point or another. Don’t even act like you never do. When you stop acting like this, I’ll stop hiding things. You’re the one who taught me to keep things bottled up and not to tell anyone anything. I don’t lie because I think I’m smarter than you and can get away with it- obviously I’ve always known you would find out. Lies merely invent themselves. Sure, I’ve messed up by hiding the truth at times. But at this point, you’re just being paranoid.

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