It's a blessing and a curse when you're not blind.

Being self-aware enables me to really know myself. My thoughts and fears and desires. Even the ones I wish weren't mine.

But it would be easier to live in denial. To ignore that I'm so stubborn I often ruin things that I love. To forget how much I fear the sting of rejection. To deny that I do want someone that knows me inside and out in my life.

After all, there's truth to that old saying,
"Ignorance is bliss."

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