I'm a bad kid.

I have become every parent's worst nightmare for a child. Contrary to popular belief, a druggie isn't the worst, it's the liar. The liar evolves over time. It begins at a young age and builds until finally the product is a well armed teenager with fine tuned acting skills and an outrageous ability to lie.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is who I am. I am a LIAR. Today alone I lied about reading Siddhartha. I lied about the real reason why my spanish assignment isn't done. I lied about an 'appointment' so that I could get out of math class after I had finished my homework in 5 minutes flat. I lied the first 3 hours of my day. When did I finally cross the line into actually putting my lies into place and using them? I would just plot senarios before.

I don't lie to Zavy though. I completely adore him. I wouldn't do that crap to him. It's not fair. I see him as an equal as I do my parents and relatives. But I see many of my elders as below me. If they treat me as garbage I feel that it's my obligation to induce karma. It's a newfound feeling, and I don't think I like it. It's almost like I'm cocky.

I'm a liar. I lied today and what seems like almost the entire past month so that odds would be stacked in my or Zavy's favor like getting out of class or an assignment.

The only bright side I see the this situation is that I refuse to lie about something that involves other people. I won't spread rumors or lie about people that I dislike. That isn't me. If I dislike them, so what. No big deal. They deserve to be happy just as I do.

...I'm going back to school. Lunch is over now.