Small Interjection of things unsaid...

I am in total awe right now. Eighteen, or shall I dare even say twentyone, doesn't make a Man or a Woman. It makes you, in certain countries of legal age to participate in "wordly activities", and thus giving one the title of adult. But being an adult is a multifacted task and/or responsibility.

One of the things I am always preaching is, "speaking on what you feel". Seriously, this along with many other things seperate adults from children. I know that sometime emotions run too deep to discuss your feelings immediately; but why lie?? I mean some people would rather tell social networking sites what they feel as opposed to opening their mouths and addressing something w/ the person that they need to address it with. So if I say "Are you ok?" and you respond "yeah". I am going to take you at your word. But it aint all words. If you tone changes, because you hear something that you do not like, and you "run away".....Are. You. Really. Fine?

I need a Bullshit Be-Gone button. Or a make it all better w/ truth switch.

My God. My God. I never did make that whiskey. I wish I would have. Perhaps it aint too late.

I am many things, this I can attest to...But I am not a coward. I am not now, nor have I ever been afraid to say how I feel. How can someone say that they love you...yet be afraid or shall I say unwilling to express themselves? Double standard? or Double edged sword? You be the judge. I am too tired. Exhausted. Beaten. Spirits broken. Unchained. Refrained. Lethargic.

"Jesus be a voice box".

....This. To. Shall. Pass.