I’m not a very nice person.
As a person I am not very nice.
The diary I kept while I was in my teens
shows me a person I don’t know
and don’t want to know
and he was the source of me.
He was a little shit.
A petty thief
a braggart
molester of girls
he called it love.
He was never thrashed
within an inch of his life.
Niceness in a teenager is boring as hell. Teens should be all over the place, overflowing with passion, wild and out of control. You need a big fire for the slow burn of adulthood.
Yep. All the boring teens I knew when I was a teen, they were nice. Still, it was a bit of a shock to read what I wrote when I was 11, 12, and 13, posturing on a private page for uncertain benefit.