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The people that know me, know me. My friends and family know that I am not perfect. They know my strengths, my weaknesses, and my short comings. They know what they love about me and what drives them crazy. They have worked with me, laughed with me, cried with me, and fought with me.
The people who do not like me do not know me :). They are acquaintances that have perceived a wrong doing, been at the wrong place at the wrong time and seen me at my worst, are jealous of me, or are just unhappy people themselves. How could these people give any type of representation of who I am? That makes no sense.