Those who say that they have never told lies have already lied!

Lying is like signs on the road that can be seen everywhere and built somewhere. Only those who lie know its intention, and those who see the signs know it. Deliberate or casual, intentional or trick, good intention or malicious, the colors reflected by lies are different.

Some people lie because they have no choice but to lie, some people lie habitually, and some people lie involuntarily. Let’s not speculate on the purpose behind their lies. Which one do you belong to? Or the fourth or fifth?

All of them belong to me. But I actually lie to people very few times, because most of the lies are deceived by myself.

I can't help but lie to myself, once, twice, three times... I clearly care about what others think of me, but I say to myself: the words and eyes are redundant, just be happy! But in the end I will be sad because of something, find out all the shortcomings I know, and then hide and cry. I'm already in chaos, but I fool myself into continuing to complete the almost impossible things, but in the end I just get worse and more messy. I've given up, but I tell myself that I have never started.

The word lies cannot be implemented on yourself. You know yourself more than others! You can’t cheat others even if you want to cheat, and you will only be exposed by yourself.

Not all lie are liars, but what the liar says is lies, but no bad person has the words "I am a bad person". A good person says he is a good person, and you won't believe it completely! The seeds of lies are scattered in everyone's hearts. As for whether the fruits produced are sweet or poisonous, people who water and fertilize them often taste the most! When I was a child, I often bought a lot of snacks for lunch. When my mother asked, she hurriedly said that she had a good meal every day, but I don't know when my mother found out. I only remember that I had to buy rice every day at noon every day, as if I had signed in. Now I doubt whether the shop owner who is familiar with my mother complained to my mother that I never visited his small shop! When I was a child, the lies were habitual! Moreover, the lies they told repeatedly were just for snacks!

Now, I rarely meet lies, and I almost forgot the feeling of blushing and heartbeat! I lie to people, I am actually very tired and very tired. The thriller in my heart will only be relieved when I fall to the ground. I don’t want to experience it again, and I won’t miss it! However, lies are also an indispensable seasoning in our lives. Just like now, I still can’t lie to myself, and I feel that lies are like salt. Our days need salt to add flavor, bones need salt to strengthen, and tears need salt to blend. I think the same is true for lies. Sometimes a lie can relieve the atmosphere without hurting the elegance, isn’t it just to increase the flavor? Sometimes a lie can maintain a relationship or give a belief, isn’t it just to strengthen it? As for tears being blended, it still remains to be understood.
Chapter completed!