considering what those of you who actually know me have read between the lines below, it looks like I’ll be waiting…oh…17 or 18 years for the rest of my life to start. I suppose that gives me plenty of time to convince certain reluctant parties that when I say “I am in love with you”, I mean business, and I ain’t goin nowhere.
Something I want to get out before I go to bed and pass out (the whole fever thing is making me funny in the head 
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Lying does not help the situation in any way, shape or form. I don’t lie because it aggravates things, makes them harder to keep lying about, and eventually makes the person you were lying to miserable.
If you lie to those you love, think about why you’re doing it, and figure out if the ends really justify the means.
Another thing — if you have to ask yourself if they’re lying to you, well, STOP being in fucking DENIAL. Face the facts, no matter how difficult it is.
anyway
