True

You try living with the truth.

It isn’t easy.

I feel a little guilty now.

For so long I kept it to myself, avoiding telling people whenever I could. Then I wrote it all down.

I warned you, before truth came into the story, but if you’re here now, that means you disregarded the warning.

So how do you feel?

Do you feel the same way?

Do you feel confident you’ll be able to lie with impunity?

Just like before?

Or do you feel her eye; her ear? Balarubu's ear?

Maybe you have a let out. Bookshops don’t do a big line in teenage autobiography, so they rack this up in fiction. So if I were you I’d read that line on the back cover, where it says fiction. That’s a publishing word. It means lies. Read it and believe it. Believe it hard.

Because if that is true (true that it's all a lie: see how she wraps you up and draws you in) then you can live like before.

Just so long as you really believe it.

Because if you don’t, you’d better be careful with every word.

Because the truth is very simple, but it isn’t so easy at all.