What is truth man? Why can’t I say what I want to say to others? Why do I have all these thoughts in my head that I don’t let out? I’m afraid to let out. Afraid what people will think of me, afraid of the wrong thing coming out, afraid that my secrets that I think are so important and horrible will come out and people won’t understand. I’m afraid of truth. I live in anxiety of honest conversations, of those close to me not accepting me. I hate to be different, hate to be alone. What if the truth makes me alone, what if they don’t accept wbo I am? What if I’m unlovable and alone because I need to tell the truth? What is my truth? I’m too afraid to ask.