The Last Time
made my lovely friend mad and I know I was wrong.
Here I am, writing this in the middle of doing artsy things in Photoshop; for a project. It’s Sunday and it’s supposed to be a lovely day until the midnight comes, but I guess I forbid it to be a nice day indeed.
Honesty
I used to think that being honest is good because all the misinterpretations will be cleared. I used to think that I’m quite wise enough to being honest in some situations that might be not be a benefit for me and others. I used to be not feeling afraid of doing so because although it might hurts, it’s still in common sense that I need to speak the truth, no matter how sting it may sound.
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Honestly, I was not wrong for the things I said above except for the wise part.
A quarrel happened today and to sum it up, it was because of the misleading in words and the way I wanted to put it into words that made my friends hurt; because of me.
I learned that not every single thing you know can be said in a matter of fact (truthfully). Some things need to kept yourself and might to rephrase it in another words so it might sound as white lies. I think white lies is bad but at least you were saying half truth there, aren’t you?
Sighed,
22.03.15
