The saddest individual is not the depressed, not the lonely, not the one fighting demons, or mental, spiritual, or emotional issues, but the one who won’t admit them nor aim to rectify themselves, one grain at a time.
I can’t trust people who paint a veneer of perfect.
I don’t want a confession, I just want the truth.
That truth manifests in your presentation outwardly, the way you look at people, talk to them, stand around them, walk to or away from them, communicate with them, treat them.
I have serious trust issues with people who persist on acting outwardly.