Yes, Lexie was definitely struggling with the whole "not everyone will like you" bit. In fact, she'd been struggling with it a rather long time. Unlike her father, however, she lacked his... singular personality. She was just... nice. Plain and simple. And usually that worked well for her -- people had a tendency to like people who were nice to them, especially when they were more or less unconditionally nice. But in recent times, Lexie had learned that niceness alone did not guarantee a lack of enemies. In fact, she was pretty sure she had more enemies than most other people she knew. And this puzzled her to no end. Although they weren't a particularly religious family, Lexie had always instinctively followed the practice of "loving thy neighbor" and "doing unto others as you would have them do to you." But clearly it wasn't enough. Somehow, no matter what she did, she always seemed to get in trouble. She was starting to get to the point that even if everyone didn't like her, she just wanted more people to like her than disliked her. Was that really so much to ask?
Lexie swallowed and bit her lip, turning her eyes down in shame. She really was that obvious. Sighing, she looked over at her father and said softly, "Yeah. It really has." She sniffled a little. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, Daddy. And I don't know how to fix it. I... I just don't know."