Recently someone told another friend that about me. Well, maybe A was right, maybe I was too harsh, maybe I was just making another fuss, maybe I'm throwing my tantrums. Maybe? Criticism is always harsh, I'm sure God definitely used that 1% to make it happen somehow.
I'm not happy, I'm upset. I know I'm demanding, a bitch, spoilt brat, whatever. I'm tired. Sometimes I do wonder whether I'm truly like that, or I'm just protecting myself. Just like what people say, fiercest people have the softest hearts?
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