Honesty

Sometimes I want to take my reasons and throw them on the ground in front of all of them, everyone. I want to tell them that they're all there, every last explanation, every last why. Count. I dare you, you sick bastards. Count these small things, the ones that matter so much that you'll throw them away at a moment's notice. Excuse. Justification. Unsatisfactory. Just plain damn not good enough. But they are there. And that is the one thing that you cannot deny.