Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

People are not mirrors—they don’t see you how you see yourself.

yes. 100%

I am the one who has lost myself; he lost me years ago and now I will not be found.

I can’t remember what happened to me, but I know, with unwavering certainty, that this man, my husband, had something to do with it.

The thing about the truth is that it sucks.

I think my parents used to love me, but I disappointed them so often that the love got rubbed out. They don’t even love each other, they argue and shout at each other all the time. They argue about lots of things, but mostly about all the money that we don’t have. They also argue about me.

Sometimes the right thing to do is wrong, but that’s just life.

Then the stranger in my room plays the third message and it’s his own voice on my phone. I’m sorry about what happened. It’s only because I love you.

Even good people get tired of trying to mend what can’t be fixed. Forty-a-Day

Grief is only ever yours and so is guilt. It’s not something you can share.

I didn’t like the sound of Jo much at all actually, until Taylor told me that she wasn’t real, she was an imaginary

Wait whattttt

Then I remember that Paul said he had set up a camera in my room. He must have watched what happened. The idea of it makes me feel sick.