In every group, class, school, or club, there is the nice girl. She is the girl who is always there for everyone. She is the girl who always offers a hug when someone is crying. She is the girl who never frowns. But people never see the nice girl as the one who hurts the most. People think that her smiles are genuine, and that she listens to her own advice. But she doesn't. The nice girl was happy on the outside, but dying on the inside, and she was ready to go on the outside, too. That girl was me, and this is my story.
