[Everything is about perception, whether she wants to believe it or not. Even way before this place it was all about how someone saw you, whether it meant putting on a show to be a good student, or a good girl. Or being the demon they all saw instead. Even the times in jail and the brief stint in prison showed her that how you carry yourself really does matter.

Which is why she's not entirely sure how to take all of this. How can she be strong when she's also wanting to just curl up on herself and pretend none of this happened? To go about being the awful piece of shit she thought herself as and yet people keep coming into her damn bubble and dragging her out inch by inch.

She's really not sure if she likes this.]

I don't understand why. [She means why he'd see her like this.]

I don't deserve any of this shit, I'm really just forever a lost cause no matter what I do. Hell, I don't know why anyone gives me the time of fucking day, there's no reason to and it seems there's a new fucking person every damn week. Fucking why?