Friday, 14 June 2019
She ...
Sarcasm was her favourite form of flattery. She actually rarely said anything that was not sarcasm. It was her language. Oddly enough she didn't have black soul and she was not a gloomy goth. Behind the sarcasm was a nice, kind person who deeply cared about others and who would walk an extra mile to help a friend. She would never admit that all her remarks are not really about her, because they sounded way cooler than she saw herself. Everything looked cooler if it was wrapped in tasteful sarcasm, sprinkled with bitterness and served cold and calm. She thought that it gave her the shade of naughty. She never knew if other people saw her the same way. She only knew that sarcastic comments gave her the needed confidence and of course it was fun.
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