Honesty. My constant. My mantra. I can’t lie, it physically pains me, I’m also horrible at it. But lying, it just brings a sick feeling in my stomach, a bile taste in my throat. A shake in my hands, an out of body feeling. It’s a vile feel that makes my whole figure cringe. Honesty is simple, it’s hard sometimes, but it’s simple. You can’t get mad at someone for telling the truth, for wanting to take that chip off that shoulder. No matter how bad it may hurt you, the truth is always better in the end. A quality that is true. Honesty, the importance of it, no one seems to understand. You can never be too honest. Brutally honest doesn’t exist in my eyes, you are just telling people something that they don’t want to hear, something they don’t think they can handle. But it’s better, it’s better to know than to find out something too late, no matter how hard it may be to say.
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