Irony

It's hard to understand 'life', in fact why bother? Don't even try thinking about it, there's no answer to that, at least not to her.

Always, she had thought everybody is like everybody. Her world revolves around nothing but herself. The misconceptions that each and every are brainy, kind, and really, anything nice was not unfolded till she breaks free from her hermitage. With her constrain freedom, she was overly sheltered.

One oxidizes at the rate she’s thinking, especially when it’s despicable irrational ones.

Her mood? She’s not exactly in control of that, in fact, she can’t control. She’s happy, but angry, she’s loud but discrete, and she’s humble but arrogant.

Too, she hates expectations, but had to live with it, yet, not meeting it. She has a wonderful life, but hell she’s complaining too much.