People often say she’s rude.
Not because she swears. Not because she yells.
But because her voice is firm.
Her words are direct.
She doesn’t wrap everything in sugar.
She speaks the truth—and that, for some reason, bothers people.
She’s been told, “You talk too harsh.”
“Can’t you say it in a nicer way?”
“Why do you always sound angry?”
The truth is—she doesn’t. That’s just how she sounds. That’s just how she is.
But no one listens to that.
They just take offense. And she’s tired.
Tired of having to explain herself every single time.
Tired of people treating her like a backup plan.
They talk to everyone else first, and when those people are too busy or don’t respond—they come to her.
She noticed. She always did.
They thought she wouldn’t. They thought she was just “strong” or “carefree.”
But she felt it all.
Every ignored call.
Every message left on read.
Every time she was made to feel like the last choice.
And then when she finally spoke up—when she asked, “Would you even talk to me if others picked up your call?”—they said she was too much.
They said she was rude.
They said she was negative.
They said she ruined the vibe.
And so, she stopped.
Not because she agreed with them.
But because she was done.
Done explaining her voice.
Done defending her honesty.
Done being someone’s emotional garbage bin—only useful when no one else was.
Now, when she speaks, it’s rare.
And when she doesn’t, they say, “You’ve changed.”
But they’ll never know that behind her silence is a storm she chose not to release—for their sake, not hers.
Because she still feels everything. She still overthinks every word they say.
She still lies awake at night wondering if she’s really that hard to love.
But now, she writes.
Not for them.
For herself.
Because her voice may be misunderstood when spoken…
…but in her words, no one can change what she means.
#Her voice is her truth—blunt, unapologetic, and often misunderstood.
