I was honestly trying to give you good advice, perhaps I could learn how to say things in kinder ways. If it came across in any mean way, you have my sincere apology. I would defend you if you ever needed it, I hope you realise that.
Mean girls are sad girls, the ones with baggage they transformed into claws. They are afraid to bare their souls, it is that simple and yet complex.
I'm sorry for being so mean. I was hurting and I took it out on the best people around me. Lashing out was wrong, so wrong, and I hope my apology goes some way toward healing your scars.
The anger from her eyes showed the scared child within, the girl who was taught to fight and starved of the love she craved. I could see the pain beneath it and her soul drowning in this persona she'd carved to fit a world of indifference. But I can't help someone like that, not unless the tears come and they realise what's really going on. And I can't fight it, I won't, it takes such a toll on me to do so. The best I can offer her is a void, to let her shadow box until she craves the sunlight.
They said she was mean, I said the girl was hurting, but fixing someone who doesn't see their own truth isn't easy, and there are only so many times I can try to help.