It's not for no reason, it's just to get through the day or to put someone off the scent when I'm struggling, but it makes me sick.
I'm sick of hiding. Of having so much I need to try and conceal.
It's bloody exhausting. It feels like there's not one area of my life that's straight forward or that I can easily explain. I don't want to be that way.
And more than that, I feel like I'm losing myself in it all.
If I don't have honesty, I don't have anything.