I am a lair. I can't help it. I also fail not to mention important issues. Can't help it. being honest isn’t for me. Sure I’m fucked up. Seriously, I’m not the average person when I’m alone. I fear sitting in a chair or laying down in bed with a man telling me basically how I was to fucked up to deal with. I would hate to accidentally hear my family gossiping about how I will never get better.