The ones who scream from the rooftops about how honest they are should be watched at all times.
Listened to but never trusted.
Lies come easy to them. Even about the simple act of honesty.
If every other social media post is “people don’t like me because I’m honest” then there’s something wrong there.
Here’s a dose of honesty: people don’t like you because you’re an asshole and you’re an asshole because you lie through your teeth and treat people like shit.
It’s interesting because people have complained to me in the past that I shouldn’t write about them. That I shouldn’t write about them in a negative light.
But that’s the only light you show me, and that light is dim.
Like a flickering light in a damp basement, you’re afraid to go into as a child.
I am not perfect. I am angry to the point where I react without thinking. I say fuck a lot but who’s to say that’s a bad thing?
I am overly emotional and can overreact. I sometimes feel like I pour too much of my problems on my friends. I can be selfish but again is it bad? Sometimes it’s necessary.
We all have flaws.
Yet the ones who should take some time to reflect, seem to spend their time tearing people down. They love the sound of their own voice or in this case, the sound of their fingers becoming littler personal keyboard warriors to post passive-aggressive shit on a 24/7 basis.
I for one am tired.
Tired of feeling like an afterthought, someone’s personal bank account, someone’s punching bag, someone’s doormat.
I have spent YEARS of my life living in other people’s problems. Being dragged down with them because there’s no one else to hold onto but me.
We all fuck up.
We all make mistakes in life.
But if life is so short, why have you spent most of it being a dishonest fool?
Posting pseudo sympathetic messages on Facebook doesn’t make you a good person.
A good person reflects and grows. Makes changes when things don’t seem to be working.
You do the same things over and over. I know when you spend a long stretch of time not posting on social media, you’re about to come in with a shitstorm.
I know if it’s past 10pm and you’re starting to pick on people online, you are looking for a confrontation, because how else will you get rid of all the pent of frustration?
BUT I AM NOT IT.
I am not the trash can for your garbage anymore.
You have been babied and coddled your entire life to the point where you seem to have forgotten how to function.
So you lash out and talk about how much of an honest man you are.
If you’re an honest man then I am a millionaire.
But we are neither of those things.
**People have made assumptions about past writings that I am talking about my fiance, so to clarify: I AM NOT.**