“The truth will set you free.”

Or so “they” say.

I have reason to believe that the above maxim is little more than a means of manipulation. And, as I have discovered (perhaps wholly as a result of my own paranoia), the closer I ever get to expressing the truth around anyone I know, the more pain it ultimately causes me.

Increasingly, I see blogging as a hazard to my mental health. So, it may be best to keep my shit to myself. I cannot be honest without worrying about the ramifications of being honest—since I am rather scary during my honest moments.

There are a handful of people around me who are rather good at keeping their shit to themselves. More and more, I admire them.

I have been a whiner all of my life, and I hereby intend to knock it off.

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