No one knows me.
Nothing here made me who I am, and nothing here shall change me until someone knows of my whole existence. But nobody can and nobody will, unless I pour myself to one unknown stranger...but I hope that time will never come. I cannot stand the knowledge that someone will have all the needed evidences to judge my each and every action. My life revolves around lies and secrets that nobody shall be able to acknowledge my very existence. Even at the very beggining, I have learned to rely on Logic to state my every move on life. Something true, everything false and nothing real.
Truth can imply only the truth.
Falsehood can imply anything.
Maybe it's just my escape from the coordination of reality and my own world. I can't take that my world can never surpass the threads of the real world...the world that is so cruel that I don't want to live in it anymore...but has no choice but to live in it anyway.
If this world is fully based on real logic then it would crumble like a supercomputer with only a faulty logic gate when I say "Everything I tell is a Lie". If I'm telling a lie then the statement is also a lie, meaning I'm telling the truth. Truth and Lies can never be present at the same time. Too much damage by a little statement. Imagine how I know my own reality...
I have told a lot of tall stories and a lot of real actions and I bind them to my very own existence. I keep track of everything that I say and connect them to an organized manner so that things are left unchanged by the ooposing lies. I have reasons, but no one would understand.
Somethings are better left unsaid and most of them are true. true to the point that no one wants to hear them anymore. At the end of the day, most people prefer to lie and leave the details unsaid. How ironic that many of us suffer these dillemmas. I have...
Nobody shall be contented with reality so they make their own and make them real for themselves. Nothing can change that fact.
I have nothing more to say for they are all lies.
Nothing more...
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Lies are causes of a certain mental illness that makes a person not say the truth and create their own story with the use of certain details that are available. It varies from being not able to say the truth to telling lies just to be noticed. Excessive lies become harmful and pathologic as time goes by.
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There has been a reported case wherein a mother reported that her daughter was not breathing and needed a spinal tap (a process in which doctor tap the baby's spinal cord so that brain signals can pass through normally but when the procedure fails, the patient may die). After the procedure, the baby was normal and on to recovery. The mother then confessed that no one was paying attention to her so she made that decision. She also said that the baby was perfectly normal at the time she reported the incident...she was breathing normally and was just fast asleep.
The mother was rehabilitated for a year.
She was a pathologic liar.
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