SHE WAS tangled.

It was driving her insane.

Purpose — something that she hadn't felt for a time that felt like decades.

She craved for it.

Every spark in her had been extinguished, leaving them no chance to light up a flame.

She hated it.

How people had cruelly crushed her dreams.

How they brought her down to her knees.

How she was never accepted.

How she couldn't be true to herself.

Too much. Yet, too little.

It all came back to her.

"I'm full of hatred."