lied unhinged i've never been good at it. it was almost a joke between my parents when i was young just how bad at it i was. i told him he didn't have to bother helping me move and then i lied about why. i said it was because i was having a hard time getting the keys and i technically wasn't supposed to have someone there without me. which was all true, but the reason i didn't want his help was because my heart couldn't stand to be around him anymore. my voice changed, what i hoped was imperceptibly to him. when i looked over he seemed to be too busy repairing a guitar to notice the difference. growing_up has made me a better liar. 080726 what's it to you? who go blather from