The Truth

You can't handle the truth. You see, I am blunt. It's my claim to fame but I still have a level of understanding that you are a person. Sometimes, but the point is, I say what's on my mind or that's what people think. I'm too afraid to live up to my own thoughts. I want to say it, but I think it is too much. This goes along with the idea that I don't think anyone really knows me. I'm not afraid of what people will think. I'm afraid that I don't have enough justification in my thoughts. I'm just a mess. I am a mess because I need someone or something to bounce my ideas off of and I got nothing. Maybe, I can't handle the truth of my own thoughts and life. Everyone who thinks this is plea, go fuck yourself. I'm rattling off thoughts. I'm not looking for pity. Half of my friends do that and that's not me. At least I know the difference, assholes.