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The Truth about the Lies: Annie Lemay
Once upon a time there was a girl.
Her name was Annie Lemay.
She had a brain tumor.
But she gave up too soon.
Leaving her family and friends behind.
She killed herself.
I felt so bad.
To hear that my friend had lost someone so dear to her.
I watched her cry.
Listen to songs in her memory.
Tell me stories about this funny and witty girl that I never met.
I even got a letter from Annie.
But my friend had to rewrite it, because Annie wrote it in pencial.
It was too light for me to see.
I thought that was odd but I didn't say anything.
I just smiled, nodded and listened.
Listened to the sadness that my friend felt towards the girl that died.
I felt so bad.
I felt so helpless.
I wanted to help.
I love helping people.
Making them feel better about themselves.
Making them feel good.
Trying to ease the pain that hangs over their head.
I guess that's my tragic flaw.
My downfall.
My need to help the troubled.
The ones with self-esteem.
I have to help.
Take care of people.
Well I guess she knew that.
Because she used it against me.
"I-- I thought she was real."
How do you think someone is real? I think hatefully but say nothing.
"I did this before... I have to feel sad and don't know how. So I make up a reason to be sad."
Who NEEDS to feel sad? And what kind of a excuse was that? But stilll I listened to her.
"I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? For making her up?"
The letter, the stories, the grave you said was in THAT cemetary. It was all a lie? Something you made up but didn't realize you were making up?
"Of course I forgive you. You're my best friend. I guess, anyone could do that."
What's the really sad part of this whole story.
Is not the fact that she made up a person, and a sob story to go with it.
But that, after a while I REALLY believed she had accidently made her up.
So what does that make me?
The fool?
Someone so naive as to believe what anyone tells me?
When will I learn.
There is no truth in the world anymore.
There are lies to make people look better.
Make us feel bad for them.
Make them look like the victim when they are indeed the villian.
The selfish, lying villian.
And there is no excuse for that.
Her name was Annie Lemay.
She had a brain tumor.
But she gave up too soon.
Leaving her family and friends behind.
She killed herself.
I felt so bad.
To hear that my friend had lost someone so dear to her.
I watched her cry.
Listen to songs in her memory.
Tell me stories about this funny and witty girl that I never met.
I even got a letter from Annie.
But my friend had to rewrite it, because Annie wrote it in pencial.
It was too light for me to see.
I thought that was odd but I didn't say anything.
I just smiled, nodded and listened.
Listened to the sadness that my friend felt towards the girl that died.
I felt so bad.
I felt so helpless.
I wanted to help.
I love helping people.
Making them feel better about themselves.
Making them feel good.
Trying to ease the pain that hangs over their head.
I guess that's my tragic flaw.
My downfall.
My need to help the troubled.
The ones with self-esteem.
I have to help.
Take care of people.
Well I guess she knew that.
Because she used it against me.
"I-- I thought she was real."
How do you think someone is real? I think hatefully but say nothing.
"I did this before... I have to feel sad and don't know how. So I make up a reason to be sad."
Who NEEDS to feel sad? And what kind of a excuse was that? But stilll I listened to her.
"I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? For making her up?"
The letter, the stories, the grave you said was in THAT cemetary. It was all a lie? Something you made up but didn't realize you were making up?
"Of course I forgive you. You're my best friend. I guess, anyone could do that."
What's the really sad part of this whole story.
Is not the fact that she made up a person, and a sob story to go with it.
But that, after a while I REALLY believed she had accidently made her up.
So what does that make me?
The fool?
Someone so naive as to believe what anyone tells me?
When will I learn.
There is no truth in the world anymore.
There are lies to make people look better.
Make us feel bad for them.
Make them look like the victim when they are indeed the villian.
The selfish, lying villian.
And there is no excuse for that.
Published 3rd Apr 2012
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12th Jun 2012 10:12pm
Amazing!
This really made me think!
And I know exactly THAT type of person. It really makes you sick.
This really made me think!
And I know exactly THAT type of person. It really makes you sick.
