I once told many that I claimed to love as friends and more that I was to marry a woman named Jessica. Jessica, who bore my child. Yet...she died in a fatal collision along with our child and I was the sole survivor.
Little did I mention, it was a lie.
This Jessica I carried on about does not know me, nor even know I exist. She's happily married, living in England.
I often tell those I claim as friends I work in the field of construction when I'm not working as a make-up artist. Little do they know, it's all fabricated. I never went to Joe Blasco's School of FX, nor worked on mansions, castles, manors, or estates.
Will I ever come out and apologize for lying to those who cared for me? I haven't a clue. Why did I do it? Why do I still continue to live in such a falsely imagined world?
It gives me something to look forward to in life. It makes my life feel worthwhile; instead of it's current status: trivial.
I've hurt many and I am sure I will hurt many more throughout my life.
For those who read this, take a moment to think back on whether I've lied to you or not. If I haven't, you're lucky. Maybe I just haven't gotten around to you...yet.
