And people won’t believe what a teenagers mind can do.
People think that girls like me are innocent, profoundly dumb and too nice for this world. Too nice, they say, too nice for them to be bad, too nice for them to be kind and too nice for them to live without any hurt.
But are we too nice?
I’m 16 and I might be too nice, too nice that after all this time I’m still alive. Too nice, I say, to give life another chance.
But are you nice?
Deep in mind, I asked this to all the people who hurted me. I asked this to all the people who admired hurting me with sharp words that linger through their tounges.
Is nice being hurtful? Is nice being selfish? Is nice seeing me cry in pain? Because if that is what you think nice is then I must say nice isn’t a good thing after all.