honesty, what is it really?

whenever we "argue" i always feel like somehow im at fault. like i screwed up. like i never should have opened my big fat mouth.

but the truth is. i didnt. i spoke my opinion. thats not wrong. and im not at fault. the fact is, we disagree. big damn deal.

written @ 9:09 pm on 06.02.03
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