Do you know anything about lying? We were taught from childhood that lying is bad, that you can not lie, you should always tell only the truth. But is it always right, and what does it mean to lie for good? I didn't understand that phrase very well until I came across it myself. In general, we will talk about my sister. Don't jump to conclusions, just listen to me until the end...

Hi, I'm Tiffany. For 15 years, I've been living with a lot of questions and a strange burden on my soul. All the people around me say that I do not look like my parents or grandparents, but like our neighbor–uncle Matthew. To be honest, I'm not very happy to hear this. I didn't care before, and I didn't even understand these words. But now that I'm old enough, the thought of it makes me sick.

Hi everyone, my name is Helga, and now I'm going to tell you a story about my hair, or rather about how I'm bullied by everyone around me. You're probably imagining right now that I have floor-length braids that go in a two-meter plume-like Rapunzel, and you might think that this is all very romantic and beautiful, but I'll stop you right there. Because it's not like that at all, or rather... It's not like that at all...

Hello everyone, my name is Joan, and I want to tell you a wild story about my family, its secrets and intrigues. A little more, and I would have been put behind bars, because I almost went to the cruel... a brutal crime. I'll tell you about it as I go along. In the meantime, make yourself comfortable and watch my story. Give me likes and comments...

My name is Rose, I want to tell you a story about my money and what I've been through because of it. Once again, I was convinced that people don't care how you succeed, everyone only cares about the result, by which they just love to judge you. That's exactly what happened to me.

Hi everyone, my name is Glen, and I have an amazing story for you about the time we went into labor on an airplane. Uh... no, I didn't give birth, my sister did, and... it was a total thrash. Anyway, when I think back on it, it just makes me sick. But, I'll tell you anyway, but in the meantime, give me some likes, write comments, and subscribe to the channel. There's a lot of trashy stories, from what I understand...

Hi Hi, my name is Nicole. My life story will seem corny to you because I am a victim of bullying by my classmates, all because I am overweight, and always have been. I want you to hear my story about how I felt bad, hurt, and wounded, but I found a way to surprise everyone and prove to myself that all you dream - it is quite real. You just have to want it.

I know the innermost fears of many of my peers, and all because I have them, too, and they are the same as everyone else. Many people will be surprised, but I have heard from my friends who conduct psychological research that in fact, a lot of people, including adults, imagine their funeral. The reasons are all different, but the common one is curiosity. As a teenager, I often wanted to take my own life. This is a period when everything falls out of hand, a black streak of failure appears in life, and there is no one to speak out because it is shameful, scary, and why. And then I imagined that I was dead - and here is my funeral, the tears of my loved ones - my mother would have cried the most. My classmates would come to me with their parents and remember who was friends with me. Sadly...