I’m going to tell you a story about truth. The truth is ugly and bad. It’s sad and disappointing. Sometimes people can’t say the truth. Sometimes the truth is too bad and sad to be heard to be heard by other people. Not because they are cowards, but because the truth is so terrifying. It will make others sad. And those people, whose truth is all about don’t want that to happen. Sometimes the truth is a person crying until she falls asleep. Sometimes a lie is happiness. But the person who keeps the truth for herself is underestimating herself. Sometimes this person wants to scream. Sometimes the emotions are trapped, ready to explode. And if she is afraid to say it out loud, she puts it on paper. Sometimes people pour down their soul on it. Sometimes if this person gives you a compliment or helps you, it's because they secretly wish someone would do that for them. Sometimes people think that they are out of tears but when words hit them, there are still some tears left. Humans think they know each other but they’re not even close. The truth is ugly and bad. The truth is death, and life is a lie. In the end which one do you prefer? I told you it’s a story about truth, but I lied. It’s a story about death. And sometimes, the paper is the testament.