Honesty...

Is difficult.

In my life:

I've never told someone I like them, even when I really do.

I've said "I love you" and "I'm sorry" too much, without really meaning them.

I've cried over little things, but rarely over important ones.

I've never verbally shared my feelings.
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I have trouble with endings. I can't write them, and I can't handle them.

Big changes have always been a part of my life, and yet, when they happen on a small scale, I break down.

I don't know how to make people understand the way I feel. Sometimes I don't understand.

Real friends come around once, maybe twice in a lifetime. I don't want to lose one.

It's hard to be nice to someone who is mean to you.

I don't know how to say things.

I'm terrible at making people feel better.

I'm terrible at making myself feel better.

I don't know any words of encouragement.

I hate when people know how I really feel.
But sometimes, it's necessary.

I always forget things.

I know nothing about small children.

I love passionately, but no one ever knows.

I lie to others to make them feel better.

I lie to myself to make myself feel better.

I hate lying.

I don't know how to say goodbye....

But I also have trouble saying...come back.
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Honesty is difficult, but it's the only thing that works.