I'd like to think its common, but in all reality I know it's not.
I make things up in my head, make excuses and lies to make things seem better. I convince myself theses lies are true, and I believe it. It's a sickness. I am not able to tell my story like it is. I cannot even be honest with myself. Honesty is something that I value, so why can't I start admitting what is acceptable and not? Why am I not able to face the facts and dysfunction of my own life and call it just that. Dysfunction. Sadi you don't want that. Its DYSFUNCTIONAL.
I need something real. Something that doesn't need a good story behind it to be justified.
