Honesty? Well... depends

So what to do what to do. Well.. Just stay in bed I think. The whole going out of bed is not really an option atm. Why? Well.. when you feel like throwing up every time you take a step… you know how that feels. Wobbly, acid up you throat etc. Don’t make me come hit you. Anyways. I’m not here bc I have to blog about my fucked up stomach.

Yesterday someone asked me a quite frank question: Am I honest?
You know. I consider myself pretty honest. I tell people what I mean, I keep secrets. It’s just weird thinking about it the other way around. Could you ever imagine me not speaking my mind? Jeez.. That would pretty much suck arse. You know.. it might hurt the ones you love but the truth is better then a lie. Even a little white lie. I try to be as honest about things as possible, though sometimes… well… it just slips. Can’t help it and if you say you’ve never done it you’re a hypocrite. Everyone has. EVERYONE. No mistake.

I have a feeling this one will be very short. Don’t know why. But it is. Anyways. What about secrets? Can I keep one? Yes. Have I slipped up? Yes. Why? Well, if someone has used a secret against me.. fuck you I’ll serve yours in return. You fuck up first? I’ll fuck you over right back. One things I learned when I was in junior high…was not to trust people with large, dark secrets. Though mine wasn’t a secret for very long. Only about 12 hours or so…

Back in the days I was pretty give a shit person. Didn’t care. I had my friends. Stayed with them and tried to stay away from people I didn’t like. This…well.. sucked big time. The more you push people away, the more they’ll want to find out why. When my big secret hit the school… I wanted to run away and… well never come back. I hated them all… hated every single one of their smirks, their taunts and their comments. But still, they weren’t the ones I hated the most. The person that spilled practically ruined me back then. Funny thing is… she’s one of my best friends now. I don’t know how we survived it. But we did. Because I was never the one who told her. The other part of the secret did and it hurt. Big time. But. Now. I doesn’t matter anymore. He was an idiot. But I was the one who got two timed.

Don’t you just hate men? Especially bragging idiotic men? Sweet for sex but sometimes that’s just as far as they go. No offense. I have great male friends I wouldn’t trade them for the world.

To forgive and forget wasn’t easy. Though I learned something. If someone bites you. Bite them back harder. And if someone tries… I will bite. Again.