No matter how hard I try, I still can't seem to understand why one would be on a relentless pursuit of the truth when the actual truth is that they can't really stomach it.
There's a reason why I didn't choose to share in the first place. And you could have heard the reluctance in my voice while you were pestering me. But still, you insisted.
Tell me, when the truth finally came out in the open, did you feel better than you did prior to that very moment?
One thing is for sure: It sure hell didn't make me feel like a saint.
In fact, it made me feel horrible, like I've done something terribly atrocious when the fact was I did nothing but told you what you insisted you wanted to know.
"The truth is rarely pure and never simple." - Oscar Wilde
1 comment:
oh dear. you told mum?
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