Being human means you lie. They say the truth will set you free, but there’s no freedom. Because nobody really wants the truth. People don’t want to know who you really are, how you feel, what you’ve done. They say they do, but they just want the version of you that they think you are. Because the real you is too much, and never enough. What if you’re broken? What if you’re so tired of faking it you feel sick? What if you’re so angry you hit walls? What if you’re me? This is who I really am.