05/06/2025
I don't understand how someone can tell so many lies and never feel bad about it." It truly baffles me—how a person can look others in the eyes, speak with such conviction, and weave falsehood after falsehood without a flicker of hesitation or guilt. It's like the truth means nothing, like honesty is just a word they've heard but never cared to understand. What kind of heart does it take to deceive over and over again, knowing full well that your words are hurting people?
I try to imagine what it's like to live that way, to wake up every day and carry the weight of so many untruths, yet somehow feel nothing. No regret. No accountability. Just the constant manipulation of reality for convenience, control, or attention. It's not just the lying itself that’s painful—it’s the ease with which it’s done. It’s the casual way they dismiss the damage they cause, the way they shift blame, rewrite history, and paint themselves as the victim.
The worst part is, the people around them are left picking up the pieces. Trust gets shattered. Doubt creeps in. You start to question your own memories, your own judgment. You begin to wonder if you're the problem, if maybe you misunderstood—because how could someone lie like that without blinking? But deep down, you know the truth. You know what was said, what was done, and how it made you feel.
And yet, they walk away untouched, unmoved. As if none of it matters. As if the truth is a game, and everyone else is just a pawn on their board. It's not just dishonesty—it's a lack of conscience, a disregard for the emotional wreckage left behind. And that, more than anything, is what I can't wrap my head around.
