I can feel the blood rush into my head. My eyes start to be warm. My heart beats faster. My hand is shaking as I move the mouse so I can see the whole page, to make sure that this is all she send me. “Aren’t you get tired of lying?”. That’s what she wrote. That’s all. But why? Doesn’t she ever think it may break my heart? Why does she do this to me? What did I do wrong?
I sent her a note, yes. I was just trying to be friends. Then I let her know most of the things about me. My job, my beloved boyfriend, my fancy apartment. The life I was living might seem to be good to be true. But it was true. I swear it was true. I’ve been living it so there’s no way that I’ve been fantasizing about it all this time. It’s got to be the truth.
This is the second note she sent me. The first one was even shorter. “Aren’t you get tired?”. It lead me to write her back “What do you mean of me getting tired?”. And that was her reply : tired of lying.
Why doesn’t she believe me while everybody does? That they paid me in dollars. That I was good at both dancing and making coffee. That I moved here in Germany. That she loved me. That she was real. That she wasn’t just my imagination. My life is so real!
You can’t accuse me of lying just because all the pictures I published looked like those are from gettyimages. You can’t accuse me of lying just because I have no friends who can help me prove all this. You can’t accuse me of lying because you don’t really know me. You don’t know what I’ve been going through. You are just mean.
A tear starts to drop. I can’t believe you send me this note. You disappointed me. My last hope is for you not to tell anyone about this. I know you won’t tell anyone. You don’t know my friends. You don’t know them. Nobody knows them. But sending me this note.. you really are driving me mad. I won’t let you getaway just like that. I’m gonna make you feel miserable. You gonna feel miserable. Like I do. Like I do.
I sent her a note, yes. I was just trying to be friends. Then I let her know most of the things about me. My job, my beloved boyfriend, my fancy apartment. The life I was living might seem to be good to be true. But it was true. I swear it was true. I’ve been living it so there’s no way that I’ve been fantasizing about it all this time. It’s got to be the truth.
This is the second note she sent me. The first one was even shorter. “Aren’t you get tired?”. It lead me to write her back “What do you mean of me getting tired?”. And that was her reply : tired of lying.
Why doesn’t she believe me while everybody does? That they paid me in dollars. That I was good at both dancing and making coffee. That I moved here in Germany. That she loved me. That she was real. That she wasn’t just my imagination. My life is so real!
You can’t accuse me of lying just because all the pictures I published looked like those are from gettyimages. You can’t accuse me of lying just because I have no friends who can help me prove all this. You can’t accuse me of lying because you don’t really know me. You don’t know what I’ve been going through. You are just mean.
A tear starts to drop. I can’t believe you send me this note. You disappointed me. My last hope is for you not to tell anyone about this. I know you won’t tell anyone. You don’t know my friends. You don’t know them. Nobody knows them. But sending me this note.. you really are driving me mad. I won’t let you getaway just like that. I’m gonna make you feel miserable. You gonna feel miserable. Like I do. Like I do.
Pathological liar is someone who often embellishes his or her stories in a way that he or she believes will impress people. It may be that a pathological liar is different from a normal liar in that a pathological liar believes the lie he or she is telling to be true—at least in public—and is "playing" the role. It is not clear, however, that this is the case. It could also be that pathological liars know precisely what they are doing. Making up stories and at the same time believing them is known as confabulation. The term "pathological liar" is not an official clinical diagnosis however psychiatrists may agree that pathological lying is often the result of a mental disorder or low self-esteem. (www.wikipedia.com)
We were at Plaza Indonesia earlier today.
S : I do believe there are pathological liars somewhere around us.
Me : Really? Naahh..
S : Well anyway, we can never be sure if they are pathological liars, since we may not realize it. What we believe all this time could be all lies. Since they’re very consistent. They believe they’re living a real life.
Me : That’s just scary..
S : It’s even more scary when you know they can be violent once you confront them…
Suddenly it’s all clear.
1 comment:
Bo'...this 'liar' thing syerem amat siy dibahas!!Just watch out there's a lot of phsyco out there, at least try not to get infected :) About 'biatch' thing-> everybody's a biatch these days..Sapa siy yang nggak hareee geeneee!!Hehehehek...
Happy fasting month sis..sing bener puasa na, biar dideketin sama yg bagus2 dijauhin ma yg jelek2.. :)
-tetanggamu-
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