"Maybe I don't deserve to call myself broken. Instead I'm closer to pointless, like sundials in the age of digital watches. A few people keep me in their gardens and sometimes they try to figure out what my darkness means, but in the end they always leave. It doesn't even matter if I manage to be pretty, no matter what I do, being around me will never be easy," She pauses for a second, "Oh god, I'm babbling again."All Rights Reserved