I know this is the most cliche time of the year to sit and be like "I have a great family" but ya know, I kinda do. I have definitely had a super rocky past and my family life hasn't been really easy. But I made it, and as I grow up, I realize the things my mom has done for me. And how lucky I am that her and my grandma have been so supportive. I have fucked up a lot along the years, and that's really not something I can deny. That is one thing I can be absolutely certain of, and that may be the only thing I can say 100% truthfully. But, I'm stoked I was never into ICP.
Secrets. Are. Stupid. If you're gonna be a sketchball, please just be an open sketchball. No use in keeping secrets and then when you die they all come crawling out to haunt the people you've left behind. What do they do with them? So now, because you suck, these people are struggling to keep your secrets because you were too much of a coward to own up to them. Oh okay. Honesty is the best policy. Grow some balls.
Lies. See above I guess. I can't mentally fathom how it is possible to spin this web of lies and live in it. How do you keep all your lies straight? Do you forget who you pretended you were yesterday?
Most of all, lying and keeping secrets within families and relationships is unbelievable and takes an enormous amount of work, and has to take some crazy mental toll on you unless you are a complete sociopath. I lied to my mom about being tattooed once when I was 18, and that ate away at me until she found out. And I still feel guilty sometimes. How can people have families and relationships and have a completely other one on the side. Having one relationship and family is exhausting, I cant imagine having to juggle two and lying to both parties constantly.
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