Today I hate honesty.
I've been circling around it, trying to escape but I feel like I'm going to blink and end up backed into the corner, with everything that's gone unsaid piled up in front of me, blocking the door. I've been trying to avoid writing these past few days-- I can be completely honest with myself when I write but I don't want honesty right now. I know I'm going to smash into it one of these days, no one can run forever.
But to be honest, I'm afraid of seeing honesty spelled out in black ink, sprawled onto blank sheets of paper.
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