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Truth! It's the only word I can think of at the moment. I'm talking about being truthful to your self. Tonight I chipped away at another section of my life that I've held on to. This piece is in my hands, I know I will throw it away, but it's been with me for sooooooo long! It's an emotional struggle. All in all, I guess, subconsciously, I'm still holding on to some stuff from my past. I'm sure others can relate. But as far as truth goes, what is worse, having someone tell you the truth, or accepting the truth on your own terms? For me, it's hard to hear the truth from other people, and easier when I figure it out on my own. I know this is the worst tangents of tangents, and I'm sorry, this is however, my journal! Ha ha

I guess I'm learning not to care about what the past has done to me. I'm moving on, and trying not to care what others might think about what I've decided to do with my life. But why is it that I feel like I still have something to prove, or why do I care about what another person thinks about me, when they don't give a fuck about me? Why?????
Fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!

Some times I don't understand, but at least I'm honest with my self!

"only kisses on the cheek from now on"