I’m one of those women who are sarcastic sometimes. Like when I’m tired or hungry or frustrated. All of a sudden, I get this razor sharp tongue and I’m saying things to people that border on mean.
And I know it cuts deep because I’ve seen their faces looking back at me. I will shake my head and hate myself and I’ll feel horrible and guilty. I keep wanting to be one of those women who is just super nice all the time, who smiles a lot and isn’t downcast or annoyed at people in the grocery line.
But I’m not.
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