Lies

I lied. A long time ago. I came to terms with it. Learned from it. Learned not to use the lies to support my self worth. I moved on. Now some of the lies are catching up with me. Now I’m not trusted because of lies I told years ago. Lies I don’t tell anymore. Lies that, when people who know them ask about them, I refuse to talk about.

To go back and sort through the lies from the truth, would mean opening my head to a lot of things. I can’t do that. I put it all to bed, on my own. I don’t do it anymore. But it appears some people want answers.

Answers are what I can’t even give. I can’t even remember what some of the lies were. I can’t even remember what I said. Because I was high, or drunk.

I can’t even remember why. Why did these lies happen? Because shit gets miscommunicated and sometimes once that miscommunication happens, going back on it just causes more problems so it’s easier to lie and say ‘Yes, yes that’s what I meant’ than deal with the shit hitting the fan right away.

Best laid plans and all that…