He frowned more and slowly sat up instead of taking her cue to curl up more. He reached over and turned her so he could stare her in the eyes. Maybe she'd listen to him better if he gave her eye contact to let her know he really meant his words. He didn't say things just to say them he always meant them in some way, but maybe his eyes would help her focus.
" What's meaner? Someone who fights and everyone knows is a fighter? Or someone who pushes away your feelings and ignores them. Someone who tells you Go talk to a wall because they won't listen to your problems. If you feel you're bad, then I'm just as bad."
He moves his hands to her cheeks and keeps her face facing him.
"You aren't a bad person. You're an idiot. And you don't think things through. You're pushy. You're loud and that's who you are. That doesn't make you bad. It just makes you different from the normal. It doesn't make you a screw up. It doesn't mean you should put yourself down. You are fine the way you are."
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" What's meaner? Someone who fights and everyone knows is a fighter? Or someone who pushes away your feelings and ignores them. Someone who tells you Go talk to a wall because they won't listen to your problems. If you feel you're bad, then I'm just as bad."
He moves his hands to her cheeks and keeps her face facing him.
"You aren't a bad person. You're an idiot. And you don't think things through. You're pushy. You're loud and that's who you are. That doesn't make you bad. It just makes you different from the normal. It doesn't make you a screw up. It doesn't mean you should put yourself down. You are fine the way you are."