I Don’t Know if This is True or not?

Honesty’s Cost Chapter 2: Filthy Beauty

But it feels to me like I am sometimes managing to write shit that feels dangerous; stuff that tells a version of my truths that most people don’t want to talk about.

This starts by accepting that being honest is always going to cost you something and with some people, cost both of you everything: ending friendships and saying goodbye forever — absent any “good luck!”.

This is the price for telling certain truths.

I wish it wasn’t, but it is.

Of course, everyone/anyone can tell their truths if they’re willing to live with the consequences.

Thankfully, most people aren’t, which is why you’re reading this instead of the stuff others lack the courage to write or to read for that matter.