Truth.
Lies dig deeper and deeper as time goes on. When the truth finally comes out it hurts in ways that go far beyond heartbreak. You unlearn instincts and knowledge that you’ve gained over time to detect a liar: you unlearn how to trust reality or honesty. I recently found out something that did all of those things and I’m not sure if I am better for it. I do know one thing though, and it is this: I’m a fucking fool. Now that I know that I was right, how right was I? I’m beginning to think that knowing the truth is only a half-truth and there is more to it. Its becoming a slippery slope of knowing and unknowing what you thought were a reliable system of judgement or warning signs.
