Mar 19, 2008 19:42
When is it okay to lie to someone you love?
The answer should be never. Only things aren’t that black and white. I’ve lied to people I love, probably more than I should have. I think I’ve justified it by telling myself that the alternative is worse. That if I don’t lie to them then it means that they’ll get hurt, and maybe even shattered.
Trouble is, I’ve apparently decided that I can’t keep lying about certain things. It’s backfiring on me pretty fucking spectacularly since I can’t actually seem to bring myself to reveal the whole truth and nothing but the truth so help me, God.
Instead I’ve been revealing the half-truth and sometimes the quarter-truth and nothing but the almost truth so help me, Satan.
It’d be easier if I could just own up to how I feel, and what the hell is going through my head, but then there’s that thing of if you’re going to fuck up why not fuck up big? Not to toot my own horn here, but I’m pretty sure I’m fucking up in Godzilla proportions.
Isabel Owens
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