Untrusted Feelings

I used to like writing. I used to be keen with what I write about, and how I write about it.

I have my reasons with why I stopped, and I shouldn't have trusted them. The dryness is never an adequate feeling. Merely smiling to be happy isn't enough. The lack of honesty always worries me, but, I wonder, why not be honest?

Probably because. .  The point of honesty is to portray a message to the world, so as to make it a better place. But then it's hard.

I know why it's hard. Because things that can make big changes first require big decisions. I suppose the world is getting to me and my honesty. The pressure. So much pressure.

Yes. My honesty won't ruin the world. It would just ruin me. It's selfish, but I can't trust the feelings in the back of my head.

No, it's not true.

7.4.08 15:40