The truth hurts sometimes.
It can break you down, and you just stand helplessly as the person you are crumbles down to nothingness, what remains forced to choke on the dust of the past.
And I ask myself, “am I glad I know the truth? Or would I have rather been kept in the dark and went on with my life?”
Because sometimes the truth tears apart people who seemed so close.
And it leaves people questioning what to do, where to go, who to be.
And sometimes, it’s okay not to know. We all figure it out in the end.
But it’s just so hard to move on, to think about what comes next, after receiving such hurtful truth.
And that’s being completely honest.