Lying is bad. Or so we are told constantly from birth;
honesty is the best policy, the truth shall set you free,
I chopped down the cherry tree, whatever.
The fact is, lying is a necessity. We lie to ourselves because the truth,
the truth freaking hurts, no matter how hard we try to ignore or deny it,
eventually the lies fall away, whether we like it or not.
But here's the truth about the truth: it hurts. So we lie.
Men are the scariest monsters in the earth.
They are great liars, cheater, too proud and they simply love too many.
But when a man loves truly, he will lie in your arms,
cheat death to be with you, he will be forever proud of you,
and love you in too many ways like no one else can do.
But the sad thing is, they are few.
When people hurt you over and over,
think of them as sandpapers.
They scratch and hurt you. But later,
you'll be shining and polished while they end up useless.
Never deny what you feel. Because Spongebob once said,
"How will you know if someone loves you
if you don't tell them that you love them too?"
