I realized something lately. People don’t seem to make a difference between being calm and being cold, being strong and being heartless. They seem to be poking me, with a twisted mixture of curiosity and wickedness, trying to get a reaction out of me, wondering how far they can go before I snap, how much they can get away with before I react.
It started at work, where some people mistook my kindness for weakness and favors for duties. It went on to friends who felt the need to point to a direction and walk away in the complete opposite, thinking I’d follow where they lead and wait patiently for them to make up their mind.
So here’s a thing: I’m not cold nor heartless. I know every little thing that has been said and done. Worse, I feel every little thing that has been said and done, no matter how…
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