White lies

Everytime I have lied to my mother about something little just so I won’t dissapoint her it makes me feel like a bad daughter. But how could I tell her that even though I am unemployed I would much rather be so than sacrifice my ideals and sell a little bit of my soul to yet another one of corporate Americas big companies? She wouldn’t understand because our ideals are slightly different. Everytime that I’ve told her little white lies I imagine myself in the future disclosing all those little lies and that she would laugh and say, “it’s okay, it’s in the past.” I really dislike dissapointing her, both my parents. And yet I think she secretly knows all the things I’ve lied to her about because frankly I’m not a good liar.

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