I am a bad girl essay

I am a bad girl, a truly bad girl, a completely bad girl.

I am very rebellious, and I respond to the nagging of my family, the criticism of teachers, and the sarcastic remarks of my classmates. I just have it in one ear and out the other. No matter what they say, I just don't listen. Maybe that's why I'm a bad girl in their eyes. I am very cold and ruthless, and I am very cold to all my classmates in school. I hate their hypocrisy, lies and everything. I'm indifferent to everything. I was a bad girl and I cheated on everyone. I lied to all the students in the class. I lied to them: I was stupid, stupid. I'm not good at writing, I'm not good at sports, I don't know anything. I hide all my light and advantages, and I don't want others to know me. I am best at writing, and I like sports the most. I like running, playing basketball, and playing badminton. I lied to everyone, and I know that lying is not a good thing, and people who lie to others are bad people. So I'm a real bad girl.

I have hurt many people, and I am really sorry. I also know that saying sorry is of no use. It may be too late to say it now. I hurt my family, my good friends, my classmates... I hurt them again and again, said many things that made them sad, and did many things that made them sad. I'm sorry, but... I will make everyone close to me hurt, make them cry and be sad. But their kindness to me only makes me feel more guilty. I don’t have the courage to say to everyone I’ve hurt: I’m sorry. So I am bad, very bad. I relied on everyone but never did anything for them. I'm sorry, I've thought about it too. Please also forgive me for being a bad, messed-up girl.

I once heard: A person with hatred in his heart is a bad person.

I...I am a bad person.

I have always hated a person. I don’t know how deep I hate him, but I hate him so much. Every time I meet him. I ran without looking back and ran as hard as I could. I was sweating profusely until I couldn't run anymore. To be honest, I hate him. However, hating someone is so tiring. Let go, I am not willing to give up. Forgiveness is the most beautiful quality in life. Maybe I should forgive!

I once thought that I am not bad, this is just a sign of maturity.

If I am not bad, how can I deceive others? How could he be ruthless? How could it be...

I also thought about becoming a good girl.

So I study hard, but I am so stupid. I got A's in all other subjects, but I was terrible at math. I studied hard, but I'm so bad at math. Now, my grades are good, very good. But I'm still a bad girl.

I am a bad girl, a completely bad girl, a hopeless girl.

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere.

Where should I wander? Walking around, where will I go?

A bad girl is a bad girl after all.