I can't be honest. Its a problem. Not honest in the i-stole-a-pair-of-shoes kind of way, but honest in the this-is-what-i-am kind of way. I can't be whole until I find that place of honesty and use it. Like a plot of land, I need to garden. I am a garden, I am a desert. I can't be fulfilled until I draw from what I really am. But somehow, I'm supposed to be changing and growing right now, but I feel like I'm dying and slowly losing all hope. All while learning to be honest. Someone needs to teach me how... or I'm not going to grow up to be a very nice person. Or maybe I already am grown and I am not an honest person and I will be faking my way through life forever. A happy thought. Tell this lying girl the truth.
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