[ In her anger and hurt over what she perceives as rather undue blame and prejudice, she doesn't stop to think his attitude might not actually have anything to do with her at all.
It's hard, being a kid and murdering your best friend and then making a public spectacle out of it that you realize too late you didn't really want at all. It's hard, and no one understands. ]
Pedant.
Anyway, don't let me twist your arm! I won't force you to talk to me. ::::)
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It's hard, being a kid and murdering your best friend and then making a public spectacle out of it that you realize too late you didn't really want at all. It's hard, and no one understands. ]
Pedant.
Anyway, don't let me twist your arm! I won't force you to talk to me. ::::)