Truth: My Rant... or Confession

uhhhg! Truth hurts. I don't like how it looks. It's too bright. I can't even hold the flashlight. It's too hot. Intentions hurt. 

Love hurts. Love doesn't always come softly, or go softly for that matter. 

JESUS!! my finiteness doesn't like holding the Truth or spewing it. It breaks me, and I can't funnel it. I hate being a vessel. Mend me. 

Am i right? Or should i ask if i am wrong? I don't know how to filter. Holy Spirit, was that you? heal me.  

responsibility, too fast! I don't know how to be mature.