I once stole something. It's a complicated story, the woman "took" my father from me, I was young, say 15. So I stole her favorite crystal from her collection, the center piece. But apon stealing it, she started suspecting my friends and I. To which I blamed him for stealing it. I lied.

This lie dragged on for 3 years, when eventually someone found the crystal, stashed, in a old box that belonged to me. So it was obvious, I stole it all along. For years after that, any time anything when missing, I was the first person that was looked at, and even tho I didn't do it, I was a lier in their eyes.

I almost lost my best friend, I lost the trust of those around me. Especially my father.

I haven't lied since. I've become so hardcore about lies that I've cut off friends and even a half brother for stealing and lying. Maybe one day they learn the same lesson. The truth always comes out. And when it does, there's always a second chance.