There are days when human interaction is exhausting. Even if the human in question is a person you really love. It could be that you don’t like them anymore although bonds like blood and time still bind you tight. It is hard to find the balance, to not snap, to think of moments in the future when you’ll be glad for having been kind instead of honest. Even if you are aware of the price everybody might pay for your sincerity, for your honest “I don’t want to spend time with you”, you find it hard to keep your honesty in check.
