[She feels like a mess and she hates it; she hates that Sonya was right about her, she hates that she can't just be better when that's what people need of her.
Getting mad doesn't do anything, but it's all she ever seems to do.
Without saying anything, she pushes herself off the bed, walks over to him and unceremoniously drops down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
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I don't know.
[She feels like a mess and she hates it; she hates that Sonya was right about her, she hates that she can't just be better when that's what people need of her.
Getting mad doesn't do anything, but it's all she ever seems to do.
Without saying anything, she pushes herself off the bed, walks over to him and unceremoniously drops down beside him, leaning her head on his shoulder.
It's the best she can offer.]