where words fell like water unearth all the changes that never did matter


TRY HONESTY
((2003-09-13 - 5:42 p.m.))

...your well of lies ran dry...

There is something really wrong with me this time. I can't feel anything. Like I feel so empty yet full.. full of some packaging absorbing all my feelings, not allowing me to feel them. It scares me.

TRY HONESTY TRY HONESTY.

Why don't people become more honest?

Instead of spreading lies, deceit, suffering, brutality and hurt. Spread honesty, love, caring, beauty and sweet words.

I don't know what to say [they're just words anyway]

All my closest friends have to be honest with me, I don't mind people being brutally honest, because that is what I want. I don't want lies to be told to me, I don't want to be let down gently. Just tell me fucking straight becuase if I'm not told the truth in a forward manner I get hurt. That's where the pain lies, for me, in lies.

Some people prefer ignorance. To me ignorance is something I never want to be involved with. Why be ignorant when you can know and accept what you know... eventually... in the future. Hopefully. Of course if that backfires you can just kill me.

Please kill me. No no. Wait. Wait. Just make me bleed a little.

...call me a cheapskate come on for pete's sake...


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