She was insanely bitter. Insanity was taking place of the realities in her life. She needed stability and control, gain the strength and grasp to what she had left. Anger controlled her mind. The mind of the betrayed and delusional. "There is no possible way I can be going trough all this _stress_! Im a failure, no one loves me, I have nothing not *even* love. My daughter is my strength and theres days where i look at her and I'm not sure I can handle it. _Ughhh_ Jesus!" Delirious, shaken, and broken from a young age. Bob The Builder...CAN WE FIX IT? No, sorry you can't. "Not again. The demons are back..._my demons_. Starve for perfection, if you can't be successful any way _at least_ you can be beautiful...*NO! I can't!* I'm a failure. Food finds it way in my mouth. I *hate* myself. Why???" http://ficlets.com/feed/story/29604