Honesty is always the best policy.
But then again, there are times when not saying anything is the best option.
Dealing with something yourself isn't being dishonest.
I am not a green eyed monster, but I've dealt with him. I don't like him. He isn't my friend.
He is a liar and a theif. He creeps up to me and says "This is how it is."
So I repeat it back. "This is how it is."
No.
This is NOT how it is.
Have some sense, boy.
Do not give into weakness.
Realize how much you mean.
I am not my father. I love him, but I will not be him.
My father is a jealous man.
He is self-serving and doesn't think about others.
That is not me. I was raised a certain way, and I don't agree with a lot of it. From religion, to relationships, to work ethic. I have my OWN beliefs, it is just remnants of my upbringing coming through that could make it seem otherwise. An upbringing is hard to overcome. Yes, my parents cared, but there was a lot going on that affected me in ways I still don't fully understand
I love you. And you. And you. And yes, probably you too.
I believe in empathy and putting yourself in someone else's shoes.
Do I stumble? Do I fail sometimes? Of course.
I'm far from perfect.
But I want to be the best person that I can be, and then maybe we can go from there.
Statement:
I will be the best person I can be.
I will deal with all envy and insecurity as it comes, and defeat it.
I will be strong.
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This comes from me. It comes from you. It comes from realizations. It comes from home.
As the tears roll down my face I wish I could have done better for you. Sometimes maybe I need a good cry. Maybe? I love you with all of my heart and always will.
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