why is it so hard to be honest in this world?

last night i had a dream that i took this cd from this room in front of this girl and then she told my boss and it became this big thing about my honesty. am i not honest? i find it hard sometimes to figure out my feelings, and so i blush when chris smiles at me, and i get confused when she gets hostile and says she can't figure me out.

well. i can't either.

anyways, it makes me wonder who i am, who everyone is.