I am not a nice person. Never mistake me for a nice person. I am warm, I am kind, I am loving, I am giving. I am not nice. What I am, is downright vicious. Push me too far, hurt people I love, bully and allow me to find out about it, nice will be the last word on your mind when you think about me. I will gladly use my elegantly manicured claws to rip you open, my gleaming teeth to tear your throat out, and my sweet, soft little lips to spit lines of vitriol that will melt you where you stand and haunt your insecurities for the rest of your life. Then afterwards? Afterwards I will smile, hold my head up, and wipe every trance of you from my mind. I protect myself, I protect those I love, and I protect people who really need it. I am a caring person, but I am not nice.
