This answer takes longer. I’m not sure
Kristina can feel much anymore.
I’VE THOUGHT THE SAME THING
Seems like, no matter what goes
down in Kristina’s life, the only
thing she ever feels is paranoia.
Everyone hates her. (Not true.)
Everyone distrusts her. (True.)
Everyone is out to get her. (Uh … why?)
Whatever bad happens in her life,
it’s someone else’s fault. Wrong
turns? Forced to take them. Fall
flat on her face? She was pushed.
Personal responsibility for the choices
she has made? What the hell
is “personal responsibility”? And
what about other feelings? Love?
Happiness? Anticipation? Hate, even?
All those emotions seem unavailable
to her. Like no matter how deep
she drills for them, the well is dry.
Was she born that way? Were
those things taken from her?
What I want to know is, “Why?”
Leigh takes her time answering.
Kristina never really was the “warm
and fuzzy” type. But when we were
younger, she was so much more alive
inside. The meth stole that life force,
of course. You know how they say