The only way that I can ever be brutally honest Is when you're standing right in front of me, and neither of us have shoes on. I made this diary so that some stranger could know what i really feel. but i haven't said it yet, and this is my twelfth entry. I didn't know I was so guarded. I guess it makes sense. I'm not even entirely honest in my own journal. Only the shower knows what the fuck is going on. I sure as hell don't. God, life is beautiful.