Why lie to me when I have always tried to be honest with you?

Why create false stories?

False illusions.

False everything..

Why is admitting and apologizing so hard to do?

I admit…

I am far from perfect and I don’t try to hide that.

I’m not ashamed to admit that I have made mistakes.

I’m not ashamed to say that I am average.

I’m not afraid to say I’m sorry..

I’m okay with just being.

Being who I am.

Why does everything seem as though it’s a contest?

A game.

A game of who’s better.

A game of who has more.

A game of picking others apart.

I dislike games.

I dislike bashing others.

I dislike making fun out of other people’s sufferings.

I don’t do well with those types of things.

I’ve never been the type to look down on my friends or hurt them intentionally.

These types of things shouldn’t make you feel good at all.

It’s not amusing.

It’s not fair.

It’s twisted and it’s wrong.

….And I guess this is why I am now gone.