She felt like someone should know. Like maybe if those that broke her knew she was no longer to be used by anyone. Maybe she wanted revenge. Maybe, but she couldn't convince herself that was the only problem. She was worried that she wasted her life trying to be some kind of spy or some kind of undercover worker, like she was worth anything, when in reality she had no training and no place doing that.

"I don't know what to do..." she murmured, the tears slowing, but still feeling the ache. "I don't feel any desire to do anything. I'm lonely and can't do anything about it and... God I sound like such a little girl."