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#pathological liar
lovers-rck · 12 days
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me everytime i show up saying that i will write something
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lord-save-me · 10 months
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Instead of thinking of it as me being a pathological liar who constantly contradicts myself think of it as a permanent game of two truths and a lie
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howifeltabouthim · 2 years
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You see — the suspicion that one is not only not telling the truth, but cannot tell it — that is — damnation.
Iris Murdoch, from The Philosopher’s Pupil
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screaming--agony · 1 year
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Dear Diary,
You contradict yourself so much do you even know what the truth is?
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midnightfunk · 1 year
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zebracorn-chan · 8 months
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Made a NGL and N/A creature for the Yippee universe!!! 🤥😶🦗✨
Pathological Liar and Trust Issues creature. 🥰
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john-kline-artwork · 1 year
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Jessica Jean Hinchcliff, meth head narcissist.
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I’m a pathological liar
I started lying when I was a kid, I couldn’t stop. I told “friends” I was in care, that the family I was living with were my adopted family, and that I was abandoned when I was a baby. People believed me, they would ask me questions about it. Some would try to catch me out, but I was too good and they eventually believed me.
I lie about everything. I’d lie to my family about friends I had, when I didn’t. How I would go out drinking and smoking weed with “friends” (that part is true, but the friends I was with, were non-existent so to speak.) I made up fake profiles for these “friends” and add them to my main account.
I’d lie so much, that I’d believe it myself.
I lie to friends more than family. I tell friends that I’m this bad person. That I went to a police station and got locked up (that part is true) but the reason behind it, is not.
I told them that I got into a fight with another person. That I smashed their face against a wall, but I didn’t. I didn’t do anything to anyone. Well, not really. I actually hit my mum in the head with a mug.
I told friends I was banned from the church, when I wasn’t. I didn’t do anything remotely in the church. I tell them the most lies, I don’t know why I do it. But I do.
I lied about a former counsellor being my real mum. Saying that she put me up for adoption, when I was a baby. And that I finally found her when I started my sessions with her. I truly believed this lie that I made myself go crazy. I didn’t care for anyone else apart from her. I got angry, depressed, happy. All other mixed feelings.
I don’t know why I lie so much, I have done it since I was in year 4 in school. With it starting with the being in care situation. From there I couldn’t stop.
Maybe that’s why I am so good at writing stories because lying for me is like telling a story to others. Most of my stories are with me as the main character. Just different names, but all based on other people. I just can't stop lying whatever I try. I just lie, lie, lie. It's like a drug that I can not stop.
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qwaynes-stuff · 1 year
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I am not alone. I know that. I have friends, i know that they will somehow understand my situation but I am shy about my feelings. I don't know how to admit everything, even to myself. I am in the verge of being a pathological liar. A toxic trait, I know. but if there is something that being toxic that makes me stick to the ways, I guess it is the comfort that it brings. Though my heart carries all the burden that even my mind refuses to comprehend, I still have this feeling that maybe, somehow, this toxicity would help me counter all the fears I have for myself. I don't like lying, I want to quit it. I want to be myself but what do you know? This version of me is not even the real me. It's like wanting to quit but you can't. I just can't stop. Or I don't know how to stop. Maybe I should start asking for help again, but what do you know? I am afraid. I am afraid. There is much more on being able to carry all the burden than being afraid but, I am scared. I am scared to be judged, to be hurt, to be betrayed. I am so scared of the world that I would rather find myself loss in the fabrics of lies than sort it out. I am scared for myself and for what I can do. I don't think my friends would understand that. It's just too hard to explain. Even so, I don't think I can accept whatever reaction they might have. I pretended long enough to know how they will react and how I will react. It's nasty. If I risk it all, then there is nothing for me. I am too lost. Maybe it's better that way.
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aalt-ctrl-del · 1 year
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man, so tempting to lie all over my damn resume and get a job that s both fulfilling, and enriching to my future venues in the work force. But yknow, Im not applying to the republicans clown car house of representatives
beep beep, mother tuckers
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mike-el · 2 years
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ilybl I love you benjamin linus
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leenybird127 · 2 days
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I don't trust my ex
TW: suggestions of death
I broke up with a guy who put gluten in my food, put bleach in my mom's open bottles of diet coke, and told me after the fact that he had a plan to kill my mother and was figuring out how to do it so he wouldn't get caught. I at that point was being swayed by him and wanted to believe him, but the part about him wanting to MURDER MY MOTHER really stuck with me. Like, he really had me believing he wouldn't gluten me (I have celiac), but he wanted to kill my mom. And I literally was like "okay I get it," but this guy has a history of violence. If anyone says they want to murder the women in their life, maybe it isn't hyperbole, maybe it's just misogyny and violence.
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howifeltabouthim · 1 year
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. . . he possessed a readiness which enabled him to lie at a moment's notice with the most perfect ease.
Anthony Trollope, from Can You Forgive Her?
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corruptionprincess · 2 months
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i am so normalpilled and also sweet hearted
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midnightfunk · 1 year
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The immigration records, unearthed through a Freedom of Information Act request by genealogical researcher Alex Calzareth and first reported by The Washington Post, show that Santos’ mother, Fatima Caruso Devolder, was admitted to the U.S. in April 2003 and had not been in the country since 1999. She had been living in Rio de Janeiro.
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Venting:
One thing I cannot stand is a pathological liar. I have a friend who is constantly getting caught up in their own lies because they lie about the smallest things and they forgot they even lied and then they say something completely different. The funny thing is, is that I see every lie that they get caught up in even if I don’t point it out.
They are such good storytellers that you will never guess they are fibbing — until you hear them tell the same story again in a completely different way. Until you realize that what they are saying doesn’t add up. Until you realize that you can’t trust a single word that comes out of their mouth.
Never trust a person who is a pathological liar. They start to believe in every little thing they lie about.
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