Compulsive Liar

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
My Coming Out.

Submitted: December 12, 2012

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Submitted: December 12, 2012

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My name is Mac, well scratch that, my real name is Kelsey. This may be something you click on and immedietly turn away from, for its nothing special. I suppose this is just a blank paper, for something im just ready to come out with. There's things i refuse to share in this world, things ill never be able to go about doing or have the courage to attempt. I will tell you about who i am, not my story, not my upbringing, just a simple outlook on the trouble i call ME. - Im 19 years of age, from the gutter of San Diego. I have a lot of issues, in fact, thats probably me in a nutshell. I use humor as my escape, run away from any emotional problem, hide from all oppritunities to open up, and i guess just resort inward to myself. Many people call me crazy, im not ashamed, ill tell you that right now. I suffer from a disorder called BPD; to enlighten those unfarmiliar, it stands for Borderline Personality Disorder. I unintentionally ruined my life and continue to take steps back. Ive been on the edge many times, but in all honesty i think im getting close again. Im a kid on the crossroads. We've been there, we all have, i just happen to be on the streets of No Return RD and Mt. Save Myself. No one ever really wants to do the uphill battle, but when there's your life on the line, i suppose its a wee-bit vital. I got here on these streets by my compulsive lying, guilt ridden heart, sorry love song, inward confusion, and saddened sob stories. I know i also made it this far from having hope. I have a good heart, in all honesty i truly do; what i occasionally do with it can puzzle me though. Id love to tell you the miracle that got saved my life as a teen, but problem is, its non-existent. I had a few realizations, wake up calls, and well, to keep it true, heavy burdens, but for some reason it was never the epiphany they always talked about in movies. Therapy helped and same with the medications along the years, but im still a bit of a mess. Theres no theme for this writing, not like it matters anyways, this wasnt intended for an audience, nor will it get one, i guess writing was all i could really rely on to get my thoughts to calm down. Ive never admitted my problem to anyone but an ex ill always respect, and my therapist...... I guess ill leave this at that. Another mysterious addition to who the hell am i. At least i got somethings out...?


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