I have no idea why people feel the need to lie. I always find these things out. I always do. It's there, like a nagging feeling, a pain deep down inside that I wasn't worth the truth. That for some reason someone found it necessary to keep information from me because they just NEEDED to lie to me. Even though, I always find it out. Sometimes finding out can be more painful then the actual lie, some other times it's as expected as having to itch with a mosquito bites. And sometimes it's just really unexplainable. If the truth is going to hurt me, finding out that what was told to me was a lie, is just going to make it worse. I'm a big girl, tell the truth, you might get a reaction you don't want, but at least it will be an honest reaction to something. And an honest reaction beats you appeasing me anytime. I'd rather be hurt and angry then appeased. Because like I said, I always find out. Lying to make yourself look better, just makes yourself look worse, it makes you look like you aren't proud. I may not be the best thing in the world, but I admit my faults and downalls anymore. Lying has become more trouble then it's worth, but then again, I don't tell people anything, so I have no reason to lie. I don't open up, I don't give away anything, that's not lying, that's with-holding. It's a new found skill (from an old time skill) that I have recently picked back up. It may be a bad habit, but at least it saves us the time of trying to figure out if I am lying or not. Just not worth the effort to lie. I'm never going to be better then I am, and I don't think I ever want to lie about it. At least not anymore. It's not usually pretty when I find out the truth either. It's usually messy, and painful for one or both of the parties involved. Sometimes it's more a sigh and uncertainity. And sometimes it's just disbelief at the facts laid out, and the shock of someone being caught. Sometimes I don't really expect it, but then, I always seem to find it out, even when I don't want too. So the moral of the story is, people always find out, and it hurts more in the end. Truth is a beautiful thing, and a bitch at the same time.