it's one of her worst faults. she's paranoid and sees things that aren't there. some say it's instinct. she knows better. at the time it feels as though she is so right on. she knew the score. it's the same old story. an eruption. explosion. a total overreaction. then instant regret. it doesn't rear it's ugly head for a few minutes, though. first a private freak out. then a public meltdown. quickly she is over it on the outside, but on the inside it stews and festers---she thinks and rethinks the series of events until her stomach is in knots and her mood is disgusting and dismal. this is a drama her mama would never want her to save. she has to let it go. please help her let it go. she can't change what has already been done. stop (re)acting out, girl. save your face, little girl. it's the only one you have, and it's beautiful. it's strong. it's better than this mess. i'm better than this mess.
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