If I were to be honest, I'd tell you I don't know what to say.
If I were to be honest, I would tell you that I'm not proud of myself, on many counts.
If I were to be honest, I'd tell you that I've been feeling really sad lately, and have this feeling of impending doom growing inside of me.
If I were to be honest, I'd tell you that my stomach aches because of the anxiety that never seems to leave me.
But I don't want you to worry about me. I don't want to burden you with my sorrows or my insanity.
So I won't be honest. I'll just smile, and tell you everything's OK.