You don’t have to be nice to be loved.
That line cracked something in me.
Because I grew up thinking I did.
That if I didn’t get angry, didn’t get furious, didn’t make it awkward—then maybe I’d be loved. Maybe I’d be good. Maybe I’d be safe.
But that’s not true.
Being “nice” is not the same as being good.
And it’s definitely not the same as being whole.