Pathological

I am different.

I am special.

I have power.

I have an advantage.

Others are stuck with the life they get.

But not me.

I have dated the hottest guy in town, am best friends with the most popular girl in school, went to a wild party last night, am in a secret government organization, was born in Sweden, get straight A’s, wear a size one, am the object of infatuation from countless boys, am fifteen years old, didn’t tell anyone I was dating you, honest!, was asked to formal by your eighteen-year-old brother, used to be homeless, and always, always tell the truth.

Can you do all of these things?

No.

But I can.

I can do anything I want.

I am a liar.

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