The
Truth doesn't always like you. It is not always a
gossamer blanket of
light and peace. Sometimes the
Truth is a
bloody thorn lodged in your
spine.
Sometimes the truth is that you haven't
done much, that you didn't
try hard enough, that your loved one
sucks ass, that your
life has been meaningless to the ones who meant most to you. Sometimes the truth is that
it was always you and you were
always too cowardly to take the
cross. Sometimes the truth is that there was
never anyone to blame. Sometimes the truth is that
your god was just your scapegoat, and now that you need a
real god, there isn't one. Sometimes the truth is that you really do
get what you deserve, and the worst part is that you really do deserve this.