Every story has two sides

The party monday night was great, kind of messy but to be honest: it was nice. And it only got better and better, and it actually led me to realize what I think about the people who where there.. So it was simply wonderful! But there are two sides of every story... the dark side of this one, is lies. Well-- it was worth it, and I don't regret it and it's not the first or the last time I'm doing this. Lying to ones parents? I mean come on, that's usual! And no, I'm not even feeling guilty! It's just that I realize that I have to make it up to them, and I'm not doing that right now. If I'm going to lie when I have to, then all the other time I have to make them happy.

This thing with starting to be honest and stop lying... It's not really working. Not that I've lied so much in school, don't think I have said something big or so, but I know some wrong stuff have slipped of my tongue so to say.. Not intentionally, and I think I've fixed most of them. However, that's how I am. Not really proud of it, but not ashamed either. That's how life goes at times, the important thing is to make the world a better place. Making people happier.

Don't misunderstand me, I don't lie a lot. I just do it sometimes! I've never lied to hurt someone, too. And another thing: I'm not depressed or sad right now, I'm not really very happy either because I'm thinking about this shit but I know it's gonna be fine. It's going to be great! 

L O V E

Maria