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Being honest

When I’ve overheard people talking about me, they’ve always used the words ‘sweet’, ‘nice’ and ‘happy’. And I’d like to think I mostly am those words.

But recently, being mean to the closest people has become my agenda, all by accident. How?

By being honest.

If I spoke my mind like I’ve always wished to do, middle aged and old ladies wouldn’t ask me stereotypic questions and they wouldn’t walk away telling to study hard and not to worry and that I will find a good job somewhere and that there is someone out there who will marry me. It’s true. Nobody believes me, but I can be rude. Very rude.

It is almost always controllable, but sometimes people ask for it. They provoke me. It isn’t my fault, is it?

Or should I blame hormones?

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