It might be time for a retrenching�
Nah�
The maniacal cackling and crazed words coming from my room tonight, were enough to send me into an insane asylum in a moment.
And as soon as you heard the loud shouts of �MEGAN YOU ARE AN IDIOT� and the loud bangs of my head against the wall, you�d know it� You�d know I needed to be locked up in a padded white room.
pregnant pause and change of subject
It�s all just an intricate pattern of lies isn�t it? Delicate lies stream behind you. You tread them carefully and lay them to lead other people far astray. But they really can�t last long, can they? How many little things can shatter the entire path and expose the truth? Too many. Very many. A word, a tremble of the voice, or a thoughtless slip of the tongue from the third party in the situation who sees the whole thing�including things neither side sees of the other� and the charade is up. And then what will you do? The truth will be harder to deal with then, won�t it? Then, it will do harm. This time, it wouldn�t have, but next time, it will.
That can be carried in so many many directions�its absolutely delicious. You are all thoroughly confused. I promise.