I'm lying.

I used to have a problem, a big one. One that everyone knew about, and tried to help me stop. My friends all think that I'm an honest person now, but I never stopped lying, I just got better at it. Pathological? Na, I know that every false word I speak isn't true, I'm in control of it. But how can you trust me when I tell you that I'm a liar? I could be lying about that, maybe I'm really an honest person, my reality is just a little twisted and warped. I think that's it, really. I've always looked at the world differently than everyone else. When I was nine, I used to have a hovercraft, I would play with it all the time. Sure, it was really just a towel that I would lay out on the ground and pretend to fly around on, but no one ever told me to stop imagining that it was something that it wasn't. So I didn't. I still call that towel my hovercraft, and I still fly around on it. I know that it's a lie, I just don't stop. I blame my parents, to be honest. They were the ones that always urged me to use my "imagination". I used it so much that it just became my reality. It's not my fault that I'm such a convincing liar, it's your fault for believing me. So, are you going to believe me when I say that I'm lying? Or are you going to trust me to lie and think that I'm an honest person?

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I confused myself writing this.