I used to be silent. I'd rather keep mum, conform to the
rules, settle for what's offered, and the list could go on. I come across as a
snob for people who don't know me; for those who dared to dig deeper, I am Ms.
Goody Two-shoes; for those few who dived with me as I swim through life, I am a
living oxymoron. Circumstances change, people grow up; and when I finally
gathered enough courage to speak out and say what really runs through my mind
(yep, not only the good ones), some would say I am mean. Oh, whatever! Just add
that to the list of oxymoron that I am because anyway, I am Honey – you find me either sweet or stingy.
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