I want to follow up the previous post with this: for everyone who's ever thought I was mean to them, I was playing nice. I've only ever fully let out on two people in my life and one was a bully picking on my brother who I felt needed to be put in her place (it worked), and my ex. I am witty enough, sharp-tongued enough, and know enough to be able to rip into people. But I don't. Not because I can't, but because I don't want to. I want to be nice. Calling me out on something I didn't intend to be mean only makes me say fuck it, might as well actually be mean if that's how it's going to come out anyway. This society is so quick to jump on people who "speak their mind". No one wants to hear the truth because it hurts the most, I guess.
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