She stared blatantly at the lies she typed on her chatboxes. The things she would tell the others. Her real life conversations. Her lies made out to the whole of the world. She pondered quizzically upon them, wondering if it was really so easy for her to lie through all of these things. She wondered when she started. She doesn't really know. All she knows was a lie led to another and sooner than she knew everything she said was a lie. Every word, every detail, every picture. Lies. Nothing was real at all. Nothing that she ever mentioned was the entire truth. No, not the truth. Her life itself was a huge lie. Her existence was a lie. But does that matter? No, of course not. Why would it?

Lies were her life. How could she stop? How could she rip off this mask to truthfully face the world with her genuine emotions? No, she couldn't; she didn't want to. Everything would end then. Every single fucking thing she ever knew in her life. She existed because of her lies. No lies, no her. Her life ends the moment her false pretense get ripped off her face. She couldn't. No, she couldn't.

She could. Could she?

She stared at her reflection in the glass. Smirking, she raised an arm and pointed a finger towards her image. She laughed, laughed till her stomach hurt and her cheek muscles ached in disapproval.

Who do you think you are, you worthless piece of crap.

She smiled at her reflection as agony gradually devoured her heart from within. Afterall, she was only human.

...but lies is her middle name.