Some things just don't make sense. People think I'm a bitch before they meet me. The rumors are terrible. All of them have a bit of truth I'll admit, but they're all completely exaggerated. And I don't care. I don't get mad when people talk abot me behind my back, because I know that it's what friends talk about with other friends. What else do you talk about? Since I do it too, I refuse to be a hypocrite. So I let them....but it gives people the wrong impression. So all my friends started off hating me. Then they get to know me, and see that I'm really nice. I'm so nice that people think I'm a bitch. How irnoic.
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