"God does not like liars and hypocrites"

What is the harm in a white lie? What even is one? I used to think harmless little lies were fun especially if it was something that brought some good.

A handmade christmas present for you, oh did I make this? Yes, absolutely. It took me *days*. I labored over it all night when I wasn't working. I had to borrow my friends sewing machine, she taught me how to use it. I learned it all on youtube. Blah blah, it was never a big deal.

But as I pulled my little "prank" this year idk It just felt slimy coming out of my mouth. I felt this density sit in my chest and as they asked me questions. There wasn't a thrill of playful deception like last year. It was just... gross.

I know it's not actually a big deal. But next year I will actually make the presents I claim to (I am wholly capable of doing so), or at least be honest about the ones I buy. I'm not gonna come clean completely, but I don't want to keep adding to the lie. It feels silly to be a little upset about it. I've never felt this way about it before though. Idk, I just wanted to share.

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