You can never expect a person to be nice to you when they've been pushed to the limit already. I may be mean at times but of course it comes from a good reason. I'm getting used now to people calling me harsh or badgirl. These names are supposedly for fun only but as they say, jokes are half-meant. Well, yes, maybe I am. But hey, tell you what, if being harsh would mean being honest/true and straightforward, then I'd love to be called harsh. This isn't something to be proud of, of course. I just don't care how bad and unforgiving I am in the eyes of the vast majority. What you see is what you get. What you see is genuine. Guess that's all that matters.


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