According to the internet and my mom, I am a compulsive liar. It's true.

I lie about everything. It's not small stuff like, "Yes that magenta shirt looks good on you" but more like living separate lives for everyone I know. The way its seen is this: I have a different personality for every person I meet - I mesh to their personality. Perhaps I'm lying to myself. I don't really know who I am. 

Hell, I've lied at the doctor's office before. Now that's sad.

I'm really good at it. On the spot I can come up with an intricate story about what happened, who said what, and then repeat it months later when confronted about it. 

Compulsive lying cost me my career. Now I have the red stamp of "Liar" on every law enforcement application I apply to. The funny thing is - when I told the truth, I was denied.

Compulsive lying cost me my family. No one in my family can believe a word I say. "I'm going to AJ's house." They assume I'm not really going there, when in actuality I am. 

Compulsive lying cost me some friends. I remember lying in 4th grade about winning a contest [irrelevant]... and in 6th grade to a friend saying I didn't tell [someone] she was secretly dating the cute 8th grader.

Compulsive lying cost me a relationship. My ex use to get into the nitty gritty of things, i.e. what I did that day, who I talked to. I use to be so smooth about it, but when I lost my cool and felt like he was instigating for hours, I was busted.

I want to tell the truth about everything, I do. I'm in so deep because I've lied for so long that everyone would ostracize me. 

Last night I worked at a haunted house with my new friend, AJ. We spent about an hour in makeup and wardrobe to become zombies, then went to our station in the hallway. It was pretty fun. We hid behind doors opening into hotel rooms and jumped into the hallway to scare the customers. However, it got pretty routine. We switched it up by grabbing a dummy at the same time, ravaging it, then attacking the customers. One group went by and we couldn't help but laugh. Once we (zombies) were "shot" by the military (the hosts), we fell to the ground and a customer yelled out, "DAMN! These zombies got some tits and ass! Little bodies on them!" AJ and I started laughing - clearly out of character. 

For the first time ever, I had Hot Pot tonight with my boyfriend. It was pretty good! The Mini Hot Pot place was closed so we ended up going to the only other place he knew of - a Grand Buffet, lol. Although he claimed the buffet wasn't a "date" place, we still enjoyed it. It was the first time I've seen him happy in a long time. Maybe I will reconsider some things.