the truth

instead of sleeping i am writing. i know no one is gonna read all of this because if were being honest i’m kind of boring, but that’s okay. i have to let something out somewhere. i love writing, not very great at it, but i’m working on it. i like to say what i think, gets me in trouble, but i don’t like lying when i don’t have to. its hard to explain. but i feel like everyone sugar codes everything when there’s no need to. everyone likes hearing the lie because they don’t want to face the truth. they wanna ignore it. i don’t blame them, i cant face many truths either but the more we avoid the more its going to hurt. the truth is only here to help you heal, to help you move on. to start the process of becoming a bigger and better person. we lie to our friends when they ask if were okay. we lie to our parents when they ask if they look good. we lie to our teachers about if we did the homework. we lie to everyone. we lie to that fast food worker at the drive-thru when they ask “how are you?” We lie so much everyday for no reason, and its become apart of everyone’s life. little kids lying to avoid timeouts. teenagers lying so they don’t get their devices taken. parents lying to their children to shield them from the real and hurtful world. Its time to hear the truth. No matter how much it hurts.

goodnight. hate you love you <3

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March 17, 2021

You can tell the truth if you want to.  But you do know most people really don’t want to hear the truth.  They either don’t care or are uncomfortable because your pain is painful to listen to and they can’t fix it and you’ve taken away what they want which is the focus should be on them, not you.  Find your sounding board and use it.  Everyone needs to vent.

March 18, 2021

Notice sunshine in the morning. Stars at night. Bloom in the flowers. Flavor in shakes. Cheese in burgers and pizzas. Lightness in air. Warmth in sunrays. Honesty in a kid’s smile. Freedom on pages. Happiness in moments.

Feel life. Not the opposite end. It’s hard but what choice do we have, dear?