If things get too weird this week i’m going to fuck off to another part of the world and start a new life. My language skills are actuslly getting pretty decent and more possible destinations open up.

So recently i realised everyone around me just lies, making up elaborate stories. I used to feel guilty when i lied so easily and now i realise it was taught to me by everyone i grew up with.

There is no place for me in their constructed narrative. Not with my family who raised me, nor with friends. Not with the wider commumity I grew up in.

Ironically, most people want to move away and explore the world. I would have been happy to stay put, i love everything about where i grew up. But i found out how deep the lies run.