Useless babble.

How does someone, or how can someone tell they are being lied too? Is it a gut feeling? I happen to believe that some have been lying to themselves for so long, that they pick up on others. Make sense? Perhaps not, but that’s what I am rolling with. Dealing with someone like that is like pulling teeth. For instance, this to me is funny. You ever just heard the lamest excuse about something? And in you heart of hearts you knew there was something more. And if you are like me and happen to be overly analytical, then you will try to dissect it down to the bone. And then finally when the truth does come out, the other is mad as shit. It’s almost comical. My therapists said I should conquer pain and disgust with writing. I haven’t done that in so long. And it feels good to do it, and let it all out. The truth will set you free. But if you keep lying to yourself, and enclose yourself in a fantasy world, then when the reality hits, it will destroy your heart. I can’t deal with fantasy seekers anymore. My life is too real to think of magic all the time. My truth is my struggle, and why I continue to keep waking up everyday to change it, no matter how hard it can be. I need a fantasy, but the truth of life keeps it distant.