My Life: A Dramatic Narrative

I hate lying.

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So Nick and I were in dance, and we were taking notes and he saw my wrist and he asked What happened.

I replied, "Uh, my cat," (I really suck at lying).

"Oh, good, I love cats. Cat scratches should be the only reason people have cuts on their wrists!" he says.

I feel bad. I lied to him. But he can't know.

Then I remember Kaitlyn's bracelet, "Wrists are for bracelets" and I internally cry.

Why do I do this to people? Why am I so selfish. I told Hannah about it, she doesn't approve.

I came out to my mom. Or properly, at least. She has knew since I was little, apparently.

Ugh.