Lies

I find it kind of funny how the liars in my life can never trust anyone. They get paranoid that the world is against them. Their significant other didn't reply to their message they sent 30 minutes ago and suddenly their hysterical. They build their lives around the lies they tell people and think everyone else in the world does the same. I want to comfort them, to tell them I love them and that lies don't make your life easier. Lies just hurt and can be used to deny the accountability they should have over their actions, but they've lied to me so many times it's hard to believe them when they say that they love me back. It's hard to trust that when they say they won't repeat the same mistakes they have in the past. I have no security with them. It's scary to love people so dishonest. But, at the end of the day I'm just a hypocrite lying to myself that they've changed. One of us has to change or neither of us will.

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