A spoonful of sugar

She's imperfect, but she tries She is good, but she lies She is hard on herself She is broken and won't ask for help There's truth in his words, but it isn't truth she particularly wants to hear. Unfortunately for Jigano she isn't in a mood to be receptive to reason; she would rather rage against the world, bury herself in the comfortable weight of self-loathing and doubt. It's easier to drown than swim against the tide. Still, some of the words pierce through, settle into the cracks of her heart to be examined closer when she feels better equipped. For now she stays silent through his retort, not looking at her friend and the praise she does not feel she deserves. His last question, though, earns another mirthless laugh. "Of course there is," she replies quickly, irritated and tired and bitterly unamused. "And I know that if I... if I did go, I would be missed. That it would hurt people. But even though I'm happy sometimes, it doesn't change the fact that I'm unhappy all the time." a m a l i a She is messy, but she's kind She is lonely most of the time She is all of this mixed up and baked in a beautiful pie She is gone, but she used to be mine