The Little Lies...

I hate that I lied to you, Mom. It wasn't about anything big, just little things to make my life sound better than it was. Like saying I got a promotion when I didn't, or that I was dating someone really cool when I was just swiping left every night. I guess I wanted you to be proud of me, and my real life felt...not good enough. You always wanted the best for me, and I felt like I was letting you down. It got so easy to just create this fake version of myself, and now I don't even know how to stop. It's like a tangled mess. I know I need to come clean, but the thought of you being disappointed? It keeps me up at night. I’m sorry. I’m working on being honest, starting now, with this. I just wish I hadn't started in the first place.