"When you tell a lie, you steal someone's right to the truth. When you cheat, you steal the right to fairness. There is no act more wretched than stealing."
[The Kite Runner]
At this point, I really don't know what actually happen to me.
But I do believe, telling lies or cheating doesn't make me happy at all.
Before this, I was cheating. A lot.
Towards myself.
For what?
To comfort others.
Yes. Absolutely.
Then I realize, I was happy outside, but not inside.
I was struggling with my heart and emotions.
And of course, sometimes, I felt the burden.
I cried all the time when I was alone.
Because I was holding it all by myself.
Sure, I'm not that strong.
One day,
I took all my courages,
to let it out.
To tell the truth.
Even I know, I'll make others sad.
Even I know, I'll make others sad.
Maybe, they hate me.
After I told them the truth.
"Strangely, I was glad that someone knew me for who I really was; I was tired of pretending."
"Strangely, I was glad that someone knew me for who I really was; I was tired of pretending."
"I wanted that, to move on, to forget, to start with a clean slate. I wanted to be able to breathe again."
That's what I want.
And now, I feel free.
But to be honest, I still think about the others.
It just me.
Worrying much, and trying to be as good as I can to make others satisfy.
To make them happy.
"But I would stand my ground, I decided."
Anyways,
I already make the huge step.
And I promise myself that I'll never hide anything again.
I'll never cheat on myself again.
I know it is wrong, but I just don’t belong
in their eyes, in the sun
No I just don’t belong