Hi. I won't say my name but, I'm 15 years old.
Ever since I was young, I have always craved attention. People noticing me, paying attention to me, caring about me, loving me, appreciating me, and being captivated by to me is what I love. I get this natural high from it. It's like my success comes from how many people like me or how interesting I am.
I am extremely manipulative. When I was young, I always got my brother to play to do things like play games with me, do my chores, embarrass himself etc. At a young age, I had a mind that knew exactly how to get what I wanted and whenever I wanted it. It was and is still a thrill that I get. It's a control thing. I feel great when I can make other people do what I want them to do without them even realizing what my motives are. On the outside, I seem innocent and people actually trust me but, in reality, almost everything I say is a lie.
About the lies...I've lied about countless things. Serious things. Things that are awful to lie about. It all started in Elementary School; I had very few friends and craved acceptance at a young age. I was a little overweight and considered "ugly" by my peers so, that hurt my self esteem. I got very depressed. I felt like nobody cared about me or even noticed I was there. So, I did everything I could to stand out. Even to the point of pretending to be suicidal.
And...I got what I wanted. Teachers were worried about me, classmates were talking about me; I was finally known. I may have not been well liked but, at least I was known. Because of my behavioral problems, I was sent to Special Ed. I got out of Special Ed in 6th grade because of a very convincing note that I wrote to the staff in 5th grade. Again, the manipulation...
So, I slowly continued throughout life lying about more things. I met this friend in seventh grade who I instantly liked and connected with. Then, I started telling these huge lies about how I wanted to die, and I even started cutting myself. She became closer to me, thinking that I "somehow instantly trusted her" and was extremely worried about me. So, I kept on and stuck with the story. Eventually, I did feel an enormous amount of guilt and by then, the depression had just gotten worse so, I decided to tell my friend that I had "gotten over it" and was now "in love with life".
I thought that was the end of the attention getting tactics. But, boy, was I wrong. It wasn't too long after that that I started pretending to be anorexic. Actually, I think I definitely had the mindset of one but, it was nothing I couldn't handle. However, I slowly started decreasing what I was eating, exercising everyday, and losing lots of weight. I was not fat at this point (because I had actually already lost the excess weight during the Summer of 6th grade by doing this same thing) but, I still felt like I should lose some more. I remembered how amazing it felt to hear comments such as "Wow, you look great. You've lost weight, haven't you?" and longed to hear those comments more.
Then, I thought about anorexia and those movies you see and shows you watch about how it's dangerous and how everybody worries about them. Then, without even thinking about it, I not only started trying to lose more weight, I tried subtly hinting at friends that I was anorexic (not eating at lunch, wearing baggy clothes that made me look thinner, acting like I had extremely low self esteem etc.) and sure enough, they suspected it. Of course, I denied it, knowing that true anorexics don't really admit to these kinds of things but worked even harder to make their suspicions grow. The lowest I ever got to was 140 but, when I tell friends about "my success story dealing with anorexia on my own" I tell them that the lowest I've been is 130. See, what I'm talking about? I lie about things that don't even matter!
Then, after a while, I "got over that" and "started accepting myself" because, my friend was starting to seriously worry about me, to the point where she was going to talk to my parents. So, I waited awhile, didn't really talk much about it, and then made it seem like I was back to normal. "This is the end of this." I thought. Nope.
Then in 9th grade, I met this guy who I really liked and instantly got close to him. I started telling him about my "success stories" and all that jazz and to him, it seemed like I was a strong person. After awhile, I suddenly started telling him that I heard literal voices in my head telling me I was fat, worthless, ugly, unaccomplished, etc. Then, I started over-exaggerating my depression (I do constantly get depressed and attempt suicide occasionally but, I know in my heart that I don't really want to die). When I say "over-exaggerating" I don't mean that I screamed out "I want to kill myself!" Because that is not the most effective way. I didn't want to seem like a person that was too open and obviously out for attention so, I slowly started mentioning things like "I get depressed a lot." Then, it evolved into "I sometimes think of suicide". He asked me "why" and I replied with another huge lie because I didn't want to seem like I didn't have a good enough reason...
I told him that my ex-boyfriend broke into my house and raped me while I was home alone. This of course made him more worried then anything else so, he mentioned that he couldn't promise to keep this confidential (he had promised to keep the other things like the voices, anorexia, depression etc. secret and I trusted him to so, I didn't think that this would be happening). So, right away, I told him that I lied. About everything. But, I did it in a way that I seemed like I was telling the truth but, trying to protect my ex. Of course, he said "If it''s true that you are lying, I no longer wish to deal with you." No! I can't lose a friend. My friends are my world, my security, my everything. And he had become one of my BEST friends! I had to think of something to get him to go back to being my friend but still not get it out that I was "raped". So I called a mutual friend of ours and explained to her the situation. Over the phone,as I talked to her about the "rape", I was hysterical. She thought I was crying about what supposedly happened but, in reality, I was crying because I thought I was going to lose one of my best friends (which was perfect timing by the way because from this, I quickly constructed a plan). I told her in tears "And I told him I was lying about it. But I'm not. And he thinks I'd lie about something like that. Never!" Even though I told her to promise me not to tell the guy, I knew she would because I knew what kind of person she was (I read people very well) and knew that she would tell him. Sure enough, just as I had expected, the guy instant messaged me and wanted me to talk about it. I told him my supposed "fears" about telling someone and he tried to convince me. I told him I would tell my parents but I never did and later told him that. After hearing that, he told me "I no longer wish to communicate with you until you tell someone." I was devastated. Because there was no way to tell anyone because 1. I still care about people and refuse to ruin their lives that dramatically. 2. I am a virgin so, I have no proof I have even had sex anyway. The sick, demented thing is, I was actually even considering seducing my ex (who is going to my school next year) and then playing off like I was raped. Of course, I stopped myself right there (seriously).
Meanwhile, as my guy friend continued shunning me (and now believes that I wes lying the whole time) the mutual friend of the guy's and I, still thought I was telling the truth and was really considering tell someone. So, I did the same thing with her as I did with him, I purposely told the truth unconvincingly so she'd believe the truth was a lie. And she read me just like I wanted her to read me. She fell for it. And accused me of "trying to protect him" (which I unconvincingly denied). Later, I hinted that the rape really did happen and she, being a naive, trusting person, believed me and promised not to tell anyone. Her philosophy was basically "If you care enough to ruin your reputation to protect him then, it's obviously important to you." This was actually the reaction I was hoping for but, I never thought I'd actually get it. I was surprised at how powerful I had gotten and how much control I had over people. I felt alive. How do I do this?
But, there's also so much guilt in lying about these things; it's like you wouldn't believe. There's so much burden because, I don't really want people to worry about me. I just need people to care about me. I must feel loved, accepted, and just well-liked overall. I do feel extreme remorse over these awful things I've done (which leads to depression and actual thoughts of suicide) because in reality, I love these people and care about them immensely. I really, truely do.
I just feel like I can't stop doing this. These lies were told on impulse; I'm not even joking. I didn't mean to deceive people into thinking I was raped; it just slipped out and I stuck with my story. I feel like since I've told way too many lies, hurt too many people, filled too many people with unnecessary worry, and just been too insanely manipulative (which seems to come naturally because, it takes me only a few seconds to devise another plan and then I just instantly follow through with it without thinking of what may happen) that there must be something seriously wrong with me.
I recently took some personality disorder test and scored "very high" in "Histrionic", "Paranoid", "Borderline", and "Avoidant". I'm not sure how accurate these tests really are but, I looked up information for "Histrionic" (because I honestly had no idea what it was) and was very surprised. Everything on that page fit me perfectly; it was unbelievable.
This whole page is all true! (though I really hate to admit it): http://www.ptypes.com/histrionicpd.html
So, I need to know, do you think I have it?
I think I certainly have a mindset like it because I'm constantly worried about what people think, how people perceive me, and what kind of impression I make on people. I think about it 24/7. And I often act really over-the-top crazy, especially when I'm around a group of people, just to make people see me as unique and interesting because I'm afraid of being boring (and because all of my friends only like me for who they think I am). My life is boring because there have been no tragedies or anything that has really happened. I have two loving parents, live in a good home, etc. So, I think perhaps I try to make up for it by making up this hard life so instead of the person who "has it easy", I'm the person who has "overcome obstacles".
I also tend to either make friendships very easily or turn people way because they think I'm "too weird".
I've noticed that with the friendships I do make, I can make them think anything that I want them to by just changing the way I carry myself. Happy and confident? Smiling, staring the world in the face, friendly presence. Depressed? Fake smiles, stiff body language, occasionally looking at the ground as you hate the world. Insecure? Clutching on to a jacket as if you're trying to hide you body, constantly putting your arms in front of your body, suspiciously looking around at people pretending to think that every one's watching you and talking about you. Hyper? Big strides, open expressions, big smile, very jumpy, fast-paced walk.
^And I constantly think about this, it seems like almost every second of the day. Always changing movements, body language, facial expressions, etc. just to appear as whatever I wish. And it ALWAYS works. I also constantly try to appear funny by trying to come up with jokes in my head. It's an addiction; if no one is laughing, I must try again until they do laugh. And when they do, I feel on top of the world. I love to entertain people. I am an actress.
Another reason it's a possibility is that I tend to get extremely attached to people. And, if I feel like they're ignoring me, I get depressed because that is the worst thing ever. My greatest fear is to be forgotten. That is one of the reasons that I have a very intense fear of death (that and the unknown, like what's going to happen to me etc.) Also, with guys, I tend to make believe I'm in love with them even if I don't really like them or when I don't know if I feel the same. Then, come off too strong, get rejected, get very hurt, and then get more depressed. This has happened three times; only one of them was one that actually became my boyfriend.
Also, I have an enormous love for theatre and acting. It's one of my great passions. I live in my own fantasy world where I am famous, everybody knows my name, and I perform for an audience. I'm am trapped in this world constantly; it is my escape from reality. People in my daydreams love, accept, and appreciate me. At times, I even imagine them being jealous of me.
And, I'm a bit full of myself. I'm vain and look in the mirror every chance I get and am obsessed with how much I weigh.
So...what do you think?