"But how can you love someone that still gives a damn about a person who nearly killed them?" She asks the tears starting again. "I don't get it. I'm not her. I'm just me. Whoever in the hell that is. I don't think I even know anymore. I came here and there was you and there was him and I wanted to kill him. Wanted nothing to do with either of you and then everything else happened and I think somewhere along the way I lost myself. And you were there to help me find me or something. I don't know anymore!" She curls up in a ball. "I'm not some precious commodity. Not something worth its weight in gold. So it doesn't make sense why anyone would care."
Yep, she's broken. Let us blame the hormones because normally... this wouldn't happen.
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Date: 2006-07-09 09:58 pm (UTC)Yep, she's broken. Let us blame the hormones because normally... this wouldn't happen.