#hellloo!!

the  sentence  left  her  mouth  automatically,  without  filter  stopping  her  brain  from  spewing  anything  embarrassing.  this  wasn't  embarrassing,  at  least,  she  didn't  think  so.  but  she  had  closed  her  eyes,  not  really  focused  on  anything  or  even  herself,  really.  and  she  spoke.  

she  wants  to  be  better  at  lying.  

that's  what  came  out  of  her  brain.  

his  question  leaves  her  pondering,  lightly  tapping  against  the  side  of  her  jaw  with  her  index  finger,  nails  painted  black,  teeth  gnawing  on  her  lower  lip.  her  eyes  close  again,  so  she  can  focus  on  what  he  response  might  be.  there  are  two  type  of  lies...  she  hadn't  really  thought  about  it  like  that  before.  and  now  she  stands  here,  attempting  to  be  careful  with  her  response.  as,  for  some  reason,  she  feels  the  need  to  be  careful.  

if  she  wasn't  careful,  she'd  definitely  say  something  stupid.  no  doubt.  as  if  that  were  somehow  the  most  of  her  worries.  

it's  easier  to  lie  to  others  but  to  lie  to  one  self  is  far  more  difficult  to  do,  when  the  truth  always  lied  beneath  one's  skin,  &  they  know  it  isn't  possible  to  continue  running  from  it.  ignorance  is  blissful,  when  talking  to  someone  else.  

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