My sister tells me I laugh like a cackling witch. Which really sucks, because I like to laugh. My brother tells me I'm too "sensitive." Which sucks because I really like people, and I really like to be social, and I really like to laugh. My other brother doesn't even talk to me. Did you know that I'm an introvert? Surprising, huh? I'm such a chatty cathy sometimes. But it's true; I took the Myers-Briggs three times, it came out the same way: INFJ; INFJ; INFJ.
So I finally figured out that I don't have to hate myself anymore just because I'm too sensitive. And I still sound like a witch.
So I finally figured out that I don't have to hate myself anymore just because I'm too sensitive. And I still sound like a witch.
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