The truth hurts.
When you live in a bubble, and someone bursts it with the truth; it hurts.
When you look in the mirror and see one size, and another size much bigger is all that fits; it hurts.
When you believe that someone is a sociopath without a conscience, and you find out they are; it hurts.
When you admit that all the food, shopping, and margaritas won't make the pain go away; it hurts.
When you come to terms with yourself, for not being all that you could have been because you were only a dreamer and not a doer; it hurts.
When you discover doctors can not save you, and it feels like God has forgotten all about you; it hurts, but it doesn't make it true.
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