Wormboy

It's been a long time since I've written anything and it's sad that I'm writing this under such circumstances.

I've always cherished truth and abhorred lies. But I never thought that hiding the truth would be more difficult than living a lie.

Something happened a few months back in another country. I swore never to commit the same mistake again and tried to move on, burying whatever memories that surfaced. Recently however, something of similar nature occured and now I'm left in self-denial.

Shame grows where truth is buried.

Have I been living a lie all this while? Or have I just been running away from who I really am.

I wish I could know the truth about myself.

And again, not for the first time, and certainly not for the last, I wish I had never been born.

Dead people have it good.