Damn stress. I need a Xanax. Or two. Don't you hate it when people pretend to be something they're not?
These days I feel like everybody says what you want to hear.
I've such a guilty conscience all of the time it makes me wish I was able to lie. The only lies I can seem to muster are 'white lies' and even in those circumstances I often fail to recognize the benefit of using one rather than the blunt truth.
If the truth makes me a bitch so be it. I'm sick of living in this world of goddamn posers. My closest friends have learned to avoid asking me questions that they would like to support their own delusion.
If you're fat and you ask I will tell you. If you're bad in bed just ask and you'll hear the truth. If you want to know if you come off conceited you can bet your ass I don't give a shit what anyone thinks so I'll tell you.
I would never last on match.com.
