I Ruined A Perfect Boy By Sending Him Some Pics

I had no idea why I was telling people these lies maybe it was for attention maybe it was for my own entertainment or maybe just maybe I was a sociopath I had always been this perfect child growing up I was smart I was healthy I was happy and I had a loving family and I had what seemed to be a perfect life sure there were a few hiccups to do with my mental health along the way but overall I would say that I had a childhood that some people could only dream of but I lie a lot some small some large to give you an idea of how bad my lying is I found myself fibbing about some things in the story as I was writing it although I have since gone back to change them looking back now I can see that my problem has been with me from the beginning even though I didn't think much of it the lie started small I would tell people that I had another friend in another school or I wasn't feeling well and wanted to stay home or I had a couple dollars more than I really did but soon these lies began to more into larger ones still harmless but large lies like I have magical powers or I live in a big house in the made that does my laundry or I'm descended from royalty now as I was about eleven years old these lies were never questioned thus I would get more attention from my peers so I figured what's the harm in telling a few lies one day I didn't want to go to school and when my parents asked me why I lied and said that a kid had been badly bullying me and hitting me and calling me names all the time of course my parents were horrified and how many clothes were the promise that they would deal with the bully if I just told him who it was I freaked out because I didn't want to get in trouble for lying so I just told him the first name that came to my head Ellie immediately they asked me to show them where she had been hitting me and I remember that I walked into a table a couple of days before and got a pretty bad bruise from it so I rolled up a little bit of my clothing and exposed the purple bruise my parents looked devastated through the tears appearing in my mom's eyes she looked at me and said I promise that you will never have to deal with this again a couple of minutes later my mom had run the school to set up a meeting with the principal while I stayed at home my mother went to the principal and told him my life Ellie got suspended of course I felt bad I didn't mean for this to go so far but something inside me convinced me that the bullying actually had happened and that she deserved it everyone believed my story and soon I began to as well my line continued all the way through the rest of primer school and before I knew it on the first day of high school the first person I had met was told their first lie about me the lies went from my family has a little less money than average to I only got into school because of a scholarship became lies about my mental health and previous primary school experiences I convinced people that I had literally no friends from grade 2 to grade 5 and so I had spiraled into this deep depression that almost caused me to end my life I had no idea why I was telling people these lies maybe it was for attention maybe it was for my own entertainment or maybe just maybe I was a sociopath it all made sense my first kiss felt like nothing I had no reason to feel bad for people whose life I had greatly impacted because of my lies and honestly I felt like I was better than everyone else this thought broke me so I decided that if I couldn't stop it I would just become it so that is what I did and I started to do reckless things I created a fake Instagram account where it looked for ways to feel loved people had cat called me in the past and it gave me some comfort that someone found me attractive and so before I knew it I began sending inappropriate things to complete strangers on the internet I [Music] still craved for more I wanted more attention I want a stronger reaction so I moved on to my personal account and mesh's the first boy that came to mind we started talking and I was getting the attention that I wanted so I started saying some things and lying about others so that I could and before I knew it I was sending more photos he screenshot it some to keep for himself and even at one point asked if we can meet up I said no but the question was already out there and I'm not really sure why but it made me mad I cannot stress enough how damaging this was to me I'd got from lying about horrible depression that plagued me to living with it daily one day my actions hit me like a truck they hit me so hard that I even considered taking my life in a desperate attempt to fix my wrongs I wrote down all the inappropriate things that I had done within the last couple of months in my diary and put it away instantaneously I felt a million bricks being lifted off my shoulders a couple of months later my mom and I were cleaning out my room and I decided that I needed a break to grab a glass of water I'm a little thirsty so I'm gonna get a glass of water okay I asked my mom nodded with a smile so I stood up walked into the kitchen and poured myself the ice-cold water I quickly swallowed and turned back to my room when I walked in my heart stopped there on my bed was the diary open to a page that I knew too well my mom stared at me tears pouring down her face this isn't true but she knew it was the horrified expression that enveloped her face made me cry with such power that I thought that I could never stop how a broken whisper asked from some place outside of myself and before I knew it a new life formed on my lips throbbing and urging itself to become true I knew I would get away with the lie her perfect little daughter could do more wrong but I didn't want to for the first time in my life I just wanted to be honest I wanted to tell her everything but it was too late the lie came tumbling out of my mouth like water on a running river oh boy my class pressured me to send him photos and in blackmail II I lied in a rush I knew the truth was that it was my own fault and I wanted to take it back instantly but the liked it going he told people that it was the other way around and now people hate me and I don't have any friends anymore because they all believe him the perfect Christian boy and not some girl whose family lives in a suburb with a bad reputation for things like this I couldn't believe what I was telling my mom the lie came so easily that I couldn't help but notice my lie was getting too big that night I laid in my bed unable to sleep I remember that I had perfect friends and because of this my lie wasn't believable so the next day I went to school and broke up with my friends so that the light could be believed my parents told the school about the issue with the boy and during second period we were both summoned to the principal's office our parents and a police officer waiting for us it was then that I found out he had really done this before his parents begged for the charges to be dropped claiming that he was a good kid and that there must have been some mistake but the police officer just looked at her and shook her head I couldn't believe what I was hearing I was ruining this boy's life a young stupid girl was about to end this boy's future in seconds so I did the thing that I knew best it was a bikini all of the eyes in the room turned to me his eyes found mine and for the first time I saw him as he was scared teenage boy who knew that I could drastically affect his life with a single word the anger that I once felt towards him vanished I'm sorry what was that the police officer questioned I took a deep breath and spoke again I don't know how it came across like that I am truly sorry but I didn't send him anything inappropriate I sent him a picture of my new bikini I pleaded the police officers gaze drilled into my soul I knew she was trying to decipher if I was trying to change my story then why was it such a big issue that it was shared around I wasn't certain that the lie I had just delivered work but the single questions prompted me did one of the most honest lies that I have ever produced I've always been really self-conscious in my body and so when I heard that he wasn't the only one to see it I freaked out because he broke my trust and I didn't know who else had seen it I couldn't look at him I didn't know if he was a good of a liar as I was and if I looked up to his face to find a confused expression I knew it would be game over the voice broke through the silence in a wave I'm so sorry I didn't realize that you felt so unsure about your body if I knew I wouldn't have done anything with it I'm sorry I found his gaze and together we finished the lie I forgive you I'm sorry for wasting your time officer I thought what happened was clear from the beginning the officer slowly turned her gaze to my partner in sight well just be careful next time I think we're done here you two should head back to class and with a single movement both of us were on our way thank you his voice said gently I looked at him and I knew that I had finally done the right thing don't thank me just forgive me and with a knowing glance he nodded you would think that after something like that I would stop lying but if I'm being honest I can't think of a single day in the last eight years that I have said less than 10 lies throughout the day and I really wish I could say that since that incident my lies have at least shrunk but they truly have it I still lie about even bigger saying despite knowing that it's wrong I can't even count how many relationships and nights of sleep that I've lost but after all of these years at least I have come to realize one thing the reason that had spent all of those nights and she's staring at a dark ceiling instead of sleeping wasn't entirely because of the guilt that came with lying it was also because I was trying to memorize each and every lie a lie is a story if you tell one person one story and another in a different version of it not only do you have to remember the exact details of each story but you also have to remember which story belongs to who and if the stories ever proven wrong you have to create a new lie to cover it and so begins the pattern whoever's watching you may not want to listen to me a pathological liar but please if you can take just one thing away from my story let it be this don't lie it's never worth it I've learned that it doesn't matter how pleased you may feel due to the success created by a lie in the end it's just that a lie a fictional story no truer than a story about a talking penguin written by a child and when you realize this the feeling creator would disappear and you are left with the cold hard truth a truth that over time just becomes harder to bear and suddenly no longer feels like a success but instead a failure believe me I'm a pathological liar or maybe I was a sociopath you

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Published: Tue Nov 26 2019