i've began to study him notice the things he says the little lies which come out of his mouth instinctual in order to impress an automatic response. tells stories about others, but as if he were doing it
but i don’t get mad i just know i can’t trust him i take everything he says with a grain of salt just the little lies yes i did this-lie i didn't kiss her first-lie
why can no one be real?
i asked him if he loved himself he said no. but this i knew was not a lie
but i understand his lies are not for me to be more impressed with him it is so he can love and impress himself
i wish he could love himself the way i love him then maybe he would never lie again maybe just maybe or maybe i just live in a stupid fairy tale