We all lie to save ourselves, and in so doing, we lose ourselves.

It’s not the big lies that break us down and take us apart, it’s the little ones.

It’s the secrets and the shameful deed untold that eats away at our skin, like gangrene.

I hate listening to her lie to us, I hate seeing him lie to me, I hate feeling like I have to lie to them.

Why are we all so afraid to show ourselves? Why do we make agreements with the world about who we are?

Saving ourselves is overrated…. truth is underrated.

I just accidentally deleted several more lines and now I can’t get them back, fleeting thoughts that I wanted to hold onto but are now gone.