Gratitude is a nice thing to have.
I imagine that really nice people can conjure up the feeling pretty regularly. And it must be really nice to be really nice.
I’m just not.
I hide behind a really nice facade, but on the inside I’m critical and my skin is a pale shade of green and I’m wearing striped knee-socks like the Wicked Witch of The West. So, as long as I’m being honest here, I have issues with the word gratitude.
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