[Rosamund grimaces. She gestures at thin air, then drops the hand back to her lap.]
I feel like...myself, but filled with despicable things. I feel like everyone is watching me and I feel like everything I do is wrong, and everything is aggravating and I don't want to be near anyone.
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Do you feel like yourself?
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I feel like...myself, but filled with despicable things. I feel like everyone is watching me and I feel like everything I do is wrong, and everything is aggravating and I don't want to be near anyone.
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We'll fix it. We're working on it.
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[Her teeth grit. She scraped her fingers through her hair, catching on the briars. Giving them a bitter tugs.]
I'm not going to wait for anyone, you know.