the truth..

TRUTH.



why do people always seek the truth when the truth actually hurts? when sometimes, the truth doesnt reli matter, when sometimes we know we can't accept the truth, when most of the time the truth really hurts.



all along, i used to think ignorance is bliss. even till now i feel the same. you may call it self- denial, but will knowing the truth make things better? will knowing the truth change anything that has happened? white lies are called white lies for a reason, and despite the fact that no one wants to be cheated and then be told it is a white lie, it is inexcusable sometimes that we ourselves bury ourselves in white lies, and off-handly gives a thousand and one reasons why we told the white lie.



yes, i am guilty of it. of the fact that i sometimes tell a white lie, and yet when someone does it to me, i simply cannot accept it. call it having double standards, but life was never fair to begin with.

heck. i just wish that the inner voyeur in me will disappear soon. den maybe i can be happier.