The truth. What an ugly world. I hated it. everyone talks about it, like it's a good thing, when deep down inside we all lie. So why bother? The truth means confessing, which leads to retributions. It's letting someone down with what they don't want to hear; the diagnosis of terminal cancer, the ten year relationship you strived for is over, that the mother who gave you up as a baby, you will never know. The truth is facing facts, facing reality. It's realising the ten pounds hanging around your stomach will never shift, that you'll never be part of the in crowd, you'll never be cute, popular or pretty. That the face staring you in the mirror will still be there tomorrow, the day after and the day after that. the truth is letting go of your fears to finally face the growing lump of guilt in your gut.
The truth is undoubtedly a lot of things, but one thing for sure, is that it isn't for cowards. The truth is for people who are willing to step up and admit they've done wrong.
**Would really love some comments, advice, and constructive criticism on my new story, Blackout. I will of course return the favour and comment on a story of your choice. I'm not really fussy about what I read and anything will do (:
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