It's kinda weird, that this blog have been left dead and gone, yet people come by to stop and read, no?

I felt at ease, when I type down my most inner deepest thoughts here.
Ironic isn't it? What can an online diary give you?

You know the saying "truth hurts but lying is worse"?
Apparently I've been trying to live up to that quote.
But truth be told, I think I'm not ready to handle honesty yet.
I mean as much as I appreciate someone telling me how disappointing I behave.
I'm sure I wouldn't want to listen to all of it at one go.
Yes being direct is way better than beating around the bush, but how far can you go?
and how much more of it can you listen and absorb?
Truth hurts every ounce of it. And sometimes as much as I hate liars, I felt like believing the lie instead of the truth. At least I'm comforted by them, but then again i'm risking to get hurt in the future.

sigh, so bloody messed up.
you get what I mean?