Sometimes she gets so used to boasting about the fortress she lives in that she forgets who she really is. She’s just a slave. How pitifully negligible she is in the eyes of those high up. She’s just the princess’ playmate, but she is so absorbed, she thinks she’s one of them now. Wake up, Jane, wake up.
I’m such a horrible person, so horrible it’s beyond my own comprehension. I don’t deserve, why wouldn’t you see that?
Taking everything for granted.
We are always chasing after somebody. The cycle never ends. Ever.