You know, sometimes it's impossible not to feel like a liar. At the end of the day, there're so many things you have to say out of being polite, so many things you have to cover not to hurt other people, and so many things you just keep to yourself just to avoid judgement from others.

And there's just a time when you don't want judgement, or opinions, or even care about what you're supposed to be doing. Sometimes, you just want to go with it, even if that means that along the way you'll get scared. And if you think about it, walking through life carrying around what is most likely to be a time bomb, it's kinda scary. Because it always happens, you know, in movies and books and on TV shows and even on the songs you hear every day. Going along with it, and going a bit crazy, and acting as if you had your brain turned off, is good, and exciting, and it feels great. But you always end up burned or hurt. I mean, not always. There's a couple of stories that start like that and end up well, but what are the chances?

And maybe sometimes it's good to just feel, specially when you've thought things through for so long. That's who I am: I'm logical, and practical, and I try my best to be as efficient as I can. There's no use on sulking or wasting time on things that'll probably hurt you or end up abruptly, but what if there is? What if it's not about the place you end up but the ride that gets you there? And what if the place you end up in isn't so bad after all? 'Cause you don't know. Maybe you like it even better, even if you never imagined it before.

There're so many possibilities.

And I'm excited about it. Even happy. The bummer here is that I cannot talk to anyone about it because, you know, it'd blow up in my face. And then would come judgement, and hurt, and tears, and trust me, I've had enough of those.

And that's why we lie. To keep us from somebody else being our conscience because, let's face it, it's hard enough to turn off your own mind on things to go around shutting everybody up about it.

Maybe I'm being stupid, but I'll just go with it. And, of course, I'll keep on lying about it. You know, for my own benefit.