There is no truth in my writing.

I’ve never written anything honest.

And that’s weird because I always write about my feelings but it’s always more or less and never all there is.

I tend to leave out a few details for fear of judgment from whoever will read it and add in details to other parts for yet again the benefit of whoever will read it.

I thought I was writing to express myself and put my feelings into words, but the truth will show that all I am is an entertainer. A jester of written words, doing a little dance for whoever will come across my link and clap.

There is no truth in my writing. It is always more dramatic, more emotional, and sadder than what really happened.

There is no truth in my writing because I do not know who I am or what I feel when I am not performing. So here you go, my latest body of work.