But it's Just a Little Lie?

I hate making decisions that will possibly hurt someone. Which is why I have become the queen of excuses. Or I think I have...

Anyways. Sometimes there are things you want to tell people, but in a way it might hurt somebody.

For example I had made plans with a certain friend of mine this weekend, and I had every intention of keeping that promise. I wanted to go help her take pictures for her instagram account (@chasing_creativity), but I got a text message at around 7 am.

I don't want to go into detail about that text, because I could write a whole other post about that.

That text message lead to an important day of events, so by the time I had gotten out of my house I had forgotten all about the plans. It wasn't until about three hours later I looked at my phone and realized she texted me.

My stomach immediately dropped and I felt awful. I panicked and told her I had slept in really late.

Sweetie, if you are reading this, I feel terrible, I'll make it up to you I promise sweetie.

My point of this all is, a little white lie may seem like the perfect quick fix, but telling a lie is like planting a seed. And honey, at one point you may find yourself in a garden full of lies. Thankfully, I haven't ever been there.

Please don't play they "I've never lied before" card. Because that is a lie in it's self.

I believe that almost every girl has at one point made up a boy. Not exactly a boyfriend, but we may have invented a boy, one that found us perfectly attractive.

When I was in the sixth grade I made up a boyfriend, simply because I did not want a certain boy following me around all the time, so I made up a boyfriend whom I meat at a wedding, and he lived in Maine. I honestly thought I had a pretty good background story and everything.

I remember talking to my friend Maria about him, and some kid next to me brought up about Maria meeting a boy too. I was excited to listen about this boy, but she flat out admitted that she made up that boy. However she turned to me and said, "But I'm like actually really happy for you and you meeting that boy!"

I just remember thinking "How Ironic is this?" I almost laughed. But of course I couldn't dot that.

Eventually I told everyone that the boy from Maine was a lie, besides there are not cute boys in Maine. I'm surprised no one pointed that out (Sorry for all my Maine friends!).

Point is, if you tell a lie try to clean ti up as soon as possible, or else you begin to live in a lie. Living in a lie will make you lose yourself, and you're clearly perfect. You're a Diamond!