The trouble is that I can’t control it. Lies come out easier than the truth. It’s been this way since childhood. I don’t have a mask. I create new identities, and I need to collapse myself into one identity and stick with it, and part of that would be to stop the lying. I don’t want to destroy my relationships again. I’m so confused about where to turn.
I have to go to a stupid Passover Seder tonight. I’m going to pretend to be schizophrenic so the rabbi and his wife don’t ask me too many questions. I’m going to tell them that I have a supercomputer controlling my mind and I can only say things that the supercomputer lets me say.