I like to think I'm an honest person.
Recently, I'm not sure I've been so honest. And I'm not sure where the line is. Because the people I've been really honest with are getting tired. I'm exhausting them. And the other people, well, I don't tell them the truth because they don't want to hear it, they don't care.
Dark circles don't lie. Maybe I should start wearing make-up.
None of that is what I intended to say.
The truth is, I'm weary. I don't want to be, but it isn't that I want to not be either.
I was doing so much better. I think I am, still. Its just that my being alive isn't celebrated. Because its expected, because everyone else feels like they are dying too. So, I just give in. I give in to being sad...because it makes sense to be sad in this world, doesn't it?
I tend to look for the good in people. But, I often do so at the detriment of myself. I see the good in them, and I see the exact opposite in myself. I always feel like I'm not as good, never good enough.
All of this is like fighting an invisible opponent. You just end up being exhausted and looking like a fool.
