What's the worst lie you've ever told?

from the womb to the tomb
its another dumb excuse for taxation

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From the cradle to the grave
I want to create a loving nation

When I was in highschool I told a lie to myself and to the person who taught me how to love. She was a girl 15 I was a boy 15. Too young to realize what we were doing. I tore out the young heart of my now wife to commit myself to the next decade of suffering. In the beginning we would spend hours into the night lying about in her room picking each others brains and having sex to MCR (helena was the opening song on the mix) Hollywood undead and other trashy emo and alternative bands of the 2000's. She taught me to be okay with myself when I was beautiful but broken and I taught her she was beautiful in spite of her scars from years of self destruction. She was lewd, she was cute, she was confident and she was fun. At 15 I remember having just spent the last few hours together sharing secrets from our past crying and holding each other going outside to sit under the gazebo in her backyard while it was snowing. Under a blanket I looked her in the eyes and told her that I would love her forever. I meant it at that time. She was the first person to truly love ME.
Less than a year later she would disappear in a puff of smoke. I'd learn to hate her and resent having ever said that to her. I knew I'd only said it because I thought if I didn't she would bail.
A few years later. I'd be saying the same words again. I'm now 17 preparing to go to Afghanistan in a few months. I've been fighting medieval combat, had a good run of gf's and still finishing up at UMA when at a medieval combat event I fight someone I know. I know that body. It was her and we would reconnect. More long nights spent with her. Sneaking around her roommates place finding places to bang. Overstaying my welcome at someone elses place she's crashing at all to see her. A trip to vegas seems to be a good bet. Let her see what I am. I take the last of my money and we bail to the city literally designed for us. A playground of debauchery. I'm 17 and supposed to be preparing myself for war. Cont?

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Normie...
I really love you, y'know. It might not mean much to you, but I do.

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That i am a women(how many will beleave this)

>he came in here to hear this awful story
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I've got my at the time best friend with my same name with me helping out with my foolish endeavor. Normie 1 (me) and Normie 2 tearing their way across the desert to the land of broken glass with little more than a second hand SUV and the money from our part time job checks in a vein attempt to keep these two flames cool enough to be contained. Fuck were we young and stupid. Friday morning we left and tore ass the whole way there. We blasted music the whole way there. I can still remember going through the gorge in Arizona with her half out the window the wind whipping through her rainbow hair permanently stained from months of different cuts and dye jobs....she was beautiful. When we hit the city her eyes are so bright from all the lights and people. A million things are running through her head and I want them all. A night in a cheap trailer courtesy me and my buddies old life in Vegas was enough to have me and her fawning over each other once again. I let myself believe that I could contain the natural destruction we create when we're together but I was wrong. A saturday in Vegas with fake ID's in cheap bars wandering around the strip making memories of songs and places we'd never return to was pure bliss. We held hands on the roof of the skybox at the Riviera (when it was still standing) with a bottle of Kettle One that we got in because of my connections with the engineers in the skunkworks and I thought now was the time. We could be together but she didn't want to. We were too broken and she didn't think it could be fixed.
I was 17 and about to go to war but I didn't learn a thing. When she ripped out my heart after months of torture I looked at her and lied again. I'll love you forever.
We'd go our separate ways after that because of my nature when scorned but she would never leave me. No matter who I was with I would always think about how she was better.
Years pass. I'm 22. Cont?

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Yes I like to hear your stories. Even if I don’t have anything profound and inspiring to say, and I give you a hug as thanks and comfort at the end, I still enjoy reading them and I enjoy drawing lessons from them.

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ur a great writer. story is sad tho mfw

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I've seen things I can't unsee and done things I'm not proud of. I'm a husk of who I use to be but beautiful in a new way. I'd carry a burden for the rest of my life that I would never know if I'd overcome it (I'm still trying) but I had a lass to keep me together. Sure I was broken physically and mentally but it wasn't the end of the world for her. She was 4'10'' and 24. I was 24 and 6'. Our cheap apartment in a quadplex was more than enough with my massive checks from working for the Google call center supporting Android hardware for the first Nexus line. I did it. I had the loli gf, the fat paycheck, the stable respectable job and all I had to lose was my career and sanity. Life was perfect. A new round of anti-depressants and anti-psychotics were fucking everything up though. It was starting to spiral out of control as my loli princess turned to a roastie THOT attention whore with eyes for another guy. It was here that my ghost would come back to haunt me. A text on Facebook "hey" was all it took. Like a dog to its owner I went running. She tells me about how she's been with a guy for a few years now. How she is happy but wants to see me again. My gf finds out and shit goes south. At this point my contact with her dies and I thought my exit did too. With a final message I would set the stage for years of buildup to a final destructive conclusion. We are two tornadoes that cannot be near each other. It was our time to step away but we both now knew we would be tangled in this dance forever all because I couldn't learn what would hurt me. I said I'll love you forever in spite of whatever he does to you and I couldn't take it back. It was a lie. I hated her for trying to come back in the first place. Shortly after these events I would take my gf to a medieval combat event where she would disappear with another dude the whole time. He would convince her to leave with the rich dude she wanted for months. I lost my job a week later. I'm 22. Cont?

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my wife akari is not that cute

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;_;

I'm ~23 and broken now. I'm now living with my parents in their basement trying desperately to cling to my part time pizza job as a dough guy. The thing keeping me sane now is my niggerbro Raymel who has known of me from highschool by way of my ex-gf but he is entangled with her. I start hanging out with my bro and her meeting her boyfriend. He's a cuck in every way. Pathetic gamer NEET that works at a gas station but I can't say I'm doing much better. She's better off with him. I grit my teeth and bear it to hangout with her and him smoking weed just to dull out the pain of life. She had always wanted me to smoke pot with her when we were young but I never did and it happened naturally without her. I'd lie on the floor watching her draw hentai of monsters seeing that she still puts me in her shit. There I am blazed out of my mind with her bf right across from me watching her draw monster animal chimera hybrids of us fucking. It was the peak of mental torture when he wasn't around and I was. She would be lewd with me, come on to me and we would push ever closer to the edge. Alone in what was a converted garage she called home on a mattress with old covers listening to dubstep with her on top of me both of us touching just enough to feel each other but struggling to keep ourselves in check. We break away but we know it won't last forever. Months go by. This cycle continues and we're falling in love again. Cuddling while he's away and fondling each other becomes the highlight of my days after having to walk for 2 hours sometimes in the snow just to see her to smoke pot, watch her drawn porn of us and stave off our sexual urges for each other. One night we go too far. We're making out on the bed and loving every moment of it. I look at her with only the light from her monitor to see and say it again "I'll love you forever my love". She turns away and tells me to leave. I wouldn't see her for years after that. I'm ~23 and I still haven't learned.
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