I listed fake freelance client work on my resume to cover up a gap year where I just played video games.

I overheard my boss on a private phone call admitting he forged the quarterly compliance audit. I saved the audio recording on a USB drive in my freezer.

I will never tell you my deepest secret because knowing it would make me feel too powerful to ever forget you.

I keep a fake identity ready in case anyone finds out who I really am and that would be bad for everyone.

My grandmother gave me her secret jewelry box, and I discovered it was filled with costume jewelry worth less than twenty bucks.

My husband thinks I hate his family’s annual beach trip. I actually love it because his cousin’s best friend stays at the house right next door.

I pretend I hate being single, but the peace and quiet in my apartment is the best feeling in the world.

My parents think I am studying engineering, but I switched my major to fine arts two semesters ago.

Watching my parents grow old and frail breaks my heart in slow motion every time I visit home.

My parents think I’m saved up for a down payment on a house. I’m actually spending it traveling the world on solo weekend trips.

I saved a text message you sent me by mistake three years ago because it was the only time you initiated a conversation.

I live two completely different lives depending on whether anyone can find me through social media.

My coworker thinks I’m her best friend in the office. I’m the one who anonymously submitted her publicly accessible social media posts to HR last month.

I accidentally spilled coffee on a library book, dried it with a hairdryer, and returned it without saying a word.

I kept your old hoodie, and on cold winter nights, it still smells faintly like your laundry detergent.