Dear Reader,

I am, indeed, as they say, a liar, a thief, a conwoman, and a revolutionary.

But I also have a reason for being all of those things. They will call me these names in order to turn you against me. They think that people cannot think for themselves and will follow blindly because they say so.

I used to be the same. It was easy to believe what everyone said. It is a lot more difficult to be subversive. There is a part of me that always wants to turn tail and run. A part of me that longs to have everyone love me or, at the very least, like me.

It is my soul that could not withstand it. To see the suffering and pain cause, and for what? Power? I have no need for power. But they cannot live without it. They thrive on convincing you through their words and deeds that their way is the only way and that they are the noble, righteous ones.

How far has our society fallen that we cannot see the wolf amongst the hens?

The vast majority of you will scoff and throw this book away. They have trained your mind to reject anything that goes against what they have indoctrinated in you. I plead for you to listen for reason, but ultimately, you are not my audience.

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This story, and the ones to follow, are meant for those who have doubts. Who go home at night and lie awake thinking that there is something that is not quite right. That those in power are hiding something from us.

It was so easy for them to take that unease in others and turn it into a weapon against me and mine. I have made my choice, however, and there is no turning back into who they want me to be, what they want me to believe.

I am not telling you that you have to believe me. I am giving you the choice, which is more than they have. Read my words. Be wary if you must. Exercise caution to safeguard your own heart and mind. I wish more people would.

In the end, I cannot tell you what to do. I have been painted as the villain and my friends sycophants. I'm branded a manipulator, a liar, an anarchist, and, worst of all, a traitor. Every one of these is like a lightning strike to the heart.

The first inklings of descent began when I was sixteen. The piles of lies I had been fed were beginning to decay and crumble. The carefully constructed life I visualized in my mind was a lie.

Everyone lies. Everyone steals. Everyone lives the con. The reasons behind these actions though, speak louder than anything. Don't let them think for you.

There are three sides to every story. Their side, my side, and the truth.

I hope that the following stories will help you find the middle ground. Truth is a precious commodity that few have. I've started to trade in the truth the way others deal in lies. My voice is small, but my purpose is mighty. Give me a chance to make it your purpose too.

- The Author