i lied. put your clothes back on. i’m afraid of intimacy. i know you’ll dislike what you see, so stop trying to convince me otherwise.
wait, i lied again. i crave human connection. tell me you love me.
actually, i lied again. i don’t know who i am or what i want. no one can love someone who doesn’t exist.
stop, i lied. please don’t leave me. who am i if i’m not perceived?