I used to not be able to lie, no matter what. But last year changed all that. I started a “secret” relationship, and no one really knew the real me. Then secrets became not just necessary, but an obsession. I loved knowing other’s secrets, and still not telling my own. To be forced to tell a secret was like being forced to be a completely different race, or gender. It hurt. Now that I’m in the new college environment, I’m finding it easier to open up, but I’ve still heard people say that I’m very private. I can’t help it, really, because I’m surprised at how honest I’ve been lately. But still, every once in awhile, I find myself lying, sometimes for now good reason. About what I’ve been doing or where I’m going. Stupid stuff. And I don’t know why I do it. It’s pointless really. But yeah, this is my goal, and I know this one will take awhile, but I’m ready.