Wednesday, February 15, 2006


I try to be an honest person. It doesn't work. Nobody wants to hear my brand of honesty. Therefore I lie. I feel sick if I lie about something modestly large. I don't feel a thing anymore when I tell little white lies. At least not consciously. I have become like the rest, attuned to making people feel better by lying. Is that sad? Or is it what it is? Nothing more.

Signing out,

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