Searching for truth in a dry well
Woke up feeling lost today.
Not that I didn’t wake up knowing what I’m here for and what needed to be done, but that I’m the only person who knows how I’m feeling, what I’m going through and what I want. I share pieces with special people but in the end a lot is still stuck inside. Only because I don’t know how to properly say it, or I think that when it’s really said it sounds crazy and like non sense.
I have been told lies through out my life and now it’s gotten to me, I don’t know who to trust, believe or who truly is doing it with my best interest in mind rather than theirs.
I know that last part sounds selfish but it’s true. Once I get to a comfortable point in my life something new shakes it up to show that what I’ve experienced had a layer of smoke covering half of the story.
I don’t know who in my own family I can trust, talk to or who would fully understand. The culprit won’t give me 100% of the truth since they can’t handle their own truth and isn’t adult enough to really tell me what really happened. Maybe they’ll just try to cover it all up with more lies, the rest of my family has always been against that one person so I know bashing that person isn’t a big deal.
I just wish someone I know could relate to me.