A True O.D.

If honesty is the best policy, is there a slightly less expensive plan someone could show me?? Sometimes, although seemingly with the best of intentions, the truths my mouth will mention cost an amount I cannot afford. Often I am too quick to reveal what’s really on my mind, creating somewhat of an awkward tension between myself and anyone subjected to my confessions. For better or worse, I purge veracities to any and all willing to listen. Whether encrypted or exposed in plain talk, I am as they say, an open book. It’s an addiction. A dirty, dirty addiction. What, if any at all, are the side effects of such a compulsion? Loss of appetite, insomnia, weight gain, solitude. Maybe it would be better if I kept the things on my mind where they belong, bound and chained to the walls of my imagination. As prisoners, my thoughts cannot alienate those around me. I could try to incarcerate my wills but, my mind is a crafty little bitch and I expect revolt against any attempts at conservation. So fuck it! Why bother? I'm just going to do whatever the hell I want anyway, so, break out another line of truth.

NOTE: I'm reading this now a few days later and I think it sux! I was going to edit it but, I'd rather keep it up as is to remind myself what not to do.