It’s funny how the lies we tell about ourselves eventually morph us into what we lied that we were. I always said I was a drug user and a whore. I was neither. I called myself beautiful and charming. I was not. Now, years after I made those claims, I am those things. Did I know? Or did my lies turn me into what I am now? Was this always what I wanted? Or was this what I was always to become?
I swear I’m sober.