blood flowers and bruised apples

last week was a week of confessions.
i don't want to delve into it because their mostly of other people's.
i'm trying to settle score with myself about my honesty with people i don't regularly speak to. act it out or play it out? there's this stir in my chest that i need to find something but i don't know what. i can't focus. i need to find something. what is though? what is it?