“Unhappy people live among us, sowing discord among brothers”

I do not like to lie. It is too stressful. Just too burdensome. It is a burden because you have to remember it. You spend your days wondering if the person you told will keep the lie. The lie now becomes a secret. The secret is a burden. Jealousy caused the lie. Burdens are just a great heavy worrying responsibility~ Oh what unhappiness.