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I don't know why I let people get to me. I thought I was a nice enough person. At the very least I would think that I'm pretty easy to get along with and people wouldn't find the need to talk about me behind my back. I don't know what they talk about. But I hear my name all the time. It's not like they're particularly quiet about it. I hate working with females. I just hate females in general. They'll always find something to bitch about. Something to make fun of. Something to gossip about. Something to hate me for. They hate me, just for being me. Just for taking up space.
But I guess these are the moments that define a character. To be able to stay myself throughout all the talking and gossiping. To not sway my personal integrity to suit who they want me to become. "It's better to be hated for who you are then be loved for who you're not." Never before were words spoken containing so much truth.
I know what you think when you avoid my eyes. I know what you think of me when you look away when I say "good morning". But I don't know why. I don't know why you treat me like you do. I don't know what I did. I don't know what I said to offend you.
Please, oh please, tell me how I can possibly make YOUR life easier.
But I guess these are the moments that define a character. To be able to stay myself throughout all the talking and gossiping. To not sway my personal integrity to suit who they want me to become. "It's better to be hated for who you are then be loved for who you're not." Never before were words spoken containing so much truth.
I know what you think when you avoid my eyes. I know what you think of me when you look away when I say "good morning". But I don't know why. I don't know why you treat me like you do. I don't know what I did. I don't know what I said to offend you.
Please, oh please, tell me how I can possibly make YOUR life easier.