[GW] 09 - Truth... sucks out loud.
"The truth does not change according to our ability to stomach it." - Flannery O'Connor
You'd think that living the life we lead, doing the things we do that you could get used to hearing all the deep dark secrets that are out there. I mean really, it gets easier... but numb is more the word I'd use for it. I get numb to it. Doesn't make it easier, it just makes it get over and done with a hell of a lot faster.
I know where most of this is heading too. Well, okay not the whole deal. There's more than my own fair share of things that I'm still in the dark about. I mean hell Dad told me... well he told me something that even if it is...
Look the truth isn't going to set me free okay? It's not some shining beacon of hope that gets to guide me onto some higher fucking enlightenment bullshit thing. I got the truth and most days I wish to God or whoever else has any pull in this damn thing that I just could have gone on living beyond it. I mean secrets and me, don't exactly stay secret too long. Big mouth on me, and hell I tried to keep in out of it. Tried to keep him safe because who the hell wants to hear that their own Dad said...
No you know what, it doesn't fucking matter. Dad's gone, and yeah he might have shared a few bits of truth with me, but I ain't got the whole fucking story yet. Until that son of a bitch yellow eyed bastard of a demon comes up to me and fills me in on the third act? None of it matters.
The truth doesn't change anything for me... just means it's another thing I've grown numb to.
You'd think that living the life we lead, doing the things we do that you could get used to hearing all the deep dark secrets that are out there. I mean really, it gets easier... but numb is more the word I'd use for it. I get numb to it. Doesn't make it easier, it just makes it get over and done with a hell of a lot faster.
I know where most of this is heading too. Well, okay not the whole deal. There's more than my own fair share of things that I'm still in the dark about. I mean hell Dad told me... well he told me something that even if it is...
Look the truth isn't going to set me free okay? It's not some shining beacon of hope that gets to guide me onto some higher fucking enlightenment bullshit thing. I got the truth and most days I wish to God or whoever else has any pull in this damn thing that I just could have gone on living beyond it. I mean secrets and me, don't exactly stay secret too long. Big mouth on me, and hell I tried to keep in out of it. Tried to keep him safe because who the hell wants to hear that their own Dad said...
No you know what, it doesn't fucking matter. Dad's gone, and yeah he might have shared a few bits of truth with me, but I ain't got the whole fucking story yet. Until that son of a bitch yellow eyed bastard of a demon comes up to me and fills me in on the third act? None of it matters.
The truth doesn't change anything for me... just means it's another thing I've grown numb to.