xoracle
I always try to be honest. With others, at least. It's a little harder being honest with myself, when there's already so much hate swimming around my mind like vicious, steely sharks. Always lurking, always waiting to leap up and bite, to scream at me that I've done the wrong thing. Perhaps it's just easier to kid myself, to find a snake-ish route out of my false logic. I really should learn.