Confessions of a girl who lives in delusion? (I have no idea what to title this)

How about a change in pace? A new series or something? A comedic relief so to speak. The title could  change but it’s all I got right now if we’re being honest.

Speaking of being honest. As the name suggests this series I’m going to be confessing. And boy have I got a story for you.

See, while I’m a chronic truth teller now, even if it hurts peoples feelings. There was a time in my life where I didn’t tell the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me God. I was a little shit. Usually I would end up telling on myself not long after I told the “story” or the lie. But still, it was something that bothered me a lot and when I got older like ten/eleven I started being overtly honest. Yeah the whole lying days were probably when I was like six and seven but yeah. However the story I’m going to tell you tonight is a lie I told when I was ten? I believe. And after that one I felt so guilty and weird and bad and all the things that I stopped lying all together. So um mom, dad if you read this my apologies ahead of time if you didn’t already know this lol. But it’s been well over a decade and I’m an adult now I think the statue of limitations has ran out so I’m using the story for content now.

So I was friends with our neighbors, three girls for the purpose of this story we will refer to them as A, B, and C. A was the oldest, B, was middle and C was younger. Now A was house-sitting for another neighbor down the road, C invited me for a sleepover, the catch was it was at the house that A was house sitting at. Now I forget how this plan got cooked up but I agreed and the plan was for me to tell my parents I was sleeping over at C’s house and we would really be down the road with A. Now again I don’t remember how this plan got cooked up and it wasn’t the best plan and granted if I were just honest my parents might have agreed or at least I wouldn’t have had years of guilt lol. Anyway plan is cooked up, we follow through and I can’t make it the whole night because I feel so undoubtedly guilty that my parents think I’m at C’s house and I’m not. And I also was like so disappointed in myself because well because I was lying. I was the pastors daughter and lying how criminal! I couldn’t be a child who made mistakes in my head.

So yeah I go home, don’t breathe a word of it to anyone and yeah. I held onto that secret for years. Also it’s not the worst thing I ever did but it’s just something that I’ve been thinking about a lot and felt like sharing because a) it gets it out of my head. And b) it’s kinda funny to think about now. Also so fucking dumb.

But yes. I hope you enjoyed this post, sorry mom and dad if this is how you found out, to be fair we already know I’m not an angel more fallen these days 😉