I don't recognize her. She is bitter and hateful. She doesn't have a plan. She doesn't think before letting words slip from her mouth. She is fragile and breakable. She is fat and has a horrible way going about situations. She wants to run away and never come back to this stupid place. She wishes things she shouldn't. She fears getting attached to anyone. Mentally she is locked in her own thoughts, while physically she cries constantly.
Fact:
She is what i have become.
Fiction:
I'm happy with the whole situation
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