Sometimes, I just want to scream at the top of my lungs, “tell me the f^@%ing truth!”
If there is one promise that I want from anyone I find myself getting close to, it is that they will be honest with me. I’m pretty sure that I make it clear how important it is to me. Yes, sometimes the truth hurts, but never as much as being lied to.
With every lie I am told, I find myself raising my guard a little bit more. And watching someone who is supposedly my friend continue a lie that I’ve already discovered makes me crazy.
