Hello readers! This is the first installment to a series I’ll be writing. Check weekly for updates to the story as I’ll post them sporadically. As always like or comment if you enjoy!
Have I ever told you that I enjoy the lies I tell? Not many people find joy in making a mockery of the honest and the pure but not many people are me. You see, over the years, I’ve told so many lies that my life is no longer mine. To some people, my name is Layla, to others Melody, in school they call me Rose. But actually, I prefer Maya, my middle name. Perhaps I’m crazy or simply corrupted. I know I should feel shame for spreading dishonesty, but I can’t help but feel a certain happiness froth over me as a lie goes undetected. I must say, I have an addiction. Don’t misunderstand, I want to tell the truth, but something dark possibly crooked compels me not to. Then for reasons I can’t understand, I spin a web of lies feeding the beast inside. The bigger the lie, the higher I drift until I cannot see the destruction that the lays down before me.
I’m just going to say it I need help. I never wanted to hurt anyone, but I fear I already have. That’s why I have to stop this madness before it overtakes me and changes who I am. I have to learn to be better. I need to be better. So I’ve come up with a plan: every time I lie, I’ll document it so I have written proof of the betrayal I caused and hopefully one day I’ll learn how to be good.