Its May and its Hot

I lie all the time. I can count on my fingers how many totally untrue statements I made this weekend. Of course, none of them were lies that actually mean anything, just little ones. For example, I said "I don't like listening to people's problems." That actually is untrue. I love to listen to other people's problems because it means they are just as fucked up as I am.

I am turning into my five year old self.

I just wish I had juicier things to lie about.