I always seem to have trouble being honest with myself. I tend to ignore thoughts I don’t like thinking about— a form of denial, no doubt.

I do get tired of the charade, however. I do end up realizing that I should stop hiding thoughts— hopes, opinions, feelings— from myself. I do end up with the truth.

But that’s just it: the truth is never just the truth. It comes bundled up with thoughts, thoughts, and more thoughts. Thoughts I shouldn’t have acknowledged. Thoughts. (Not to mention, change. See also: paradigm shift.)

I’m confused.