I have been recently named a liar and a thief.
This is true. Oh so very true.

Examples are as fallows:

I find that I am at times a kleptomaniac (one who compulsively steals). To mark a certain person as a good friend that I cherish I find myself taking important things of theirs as keepsakes. A reminder of that person. I may be crazy but I do this all the time. I steal things like jewelry and certain small things that I admire for there beauty and keep them for myself. Without guilt. Though I fear that if any of my friends were to discover that I have taken there things for my own that they may never speak to me again. I have no idea why I do these things. It is so bizarre. Most of the time I don't even realize that I am stealing.
I have diagnosed myself to be a compulsive liar as well. Maybe I'm a compulsive person. I don't make up stories I just exaggerate them. I often find myself lying through my teeth while my mind tries to stop my toingue from flapping all this false. I want to take it all back the moment my lips move to form these words. I have noticed that I often lie for my own personal gain and to save my own ass from previous lies coming back to bite me. It's like I'm twelve years old. I have always been this way. Lies over lies over lies. I feel like I am leading a secret life and no one sees what I am underneath. A liar and a thief. I want this to stop. I'm almost 18. What kind of mature , wholesome person steals from their friends and lies to their family. What do you recommend dear friends; what is my first step at overcoming this?

This is just one more reminder that my life is spinning completely out of control.

I have recently felt that the only thing I can control in my life is the movement of pen to paper. I swear I have so many blank notebook pages filled with scribbled cursive that I could compile a novel. I feel that I am speaking to someone through these pages, or rather venting. To make this notion a reality, I'll document my life , my passions, my loves, my philosophy, and yes even my pain within these chapters. Brace yourselves. You have no idea. I'm not who you think I am.