As she started writing it was with a heavy heart. She no longer had hope in 99.9 percent of the world. There was no trust, no heart. Only cold and utter bitterness and fear. She had lost all faith.
She'd also changed. She didn't know if it was some funk, or if it was what some would call a mid-life crisis. All she knew was she no longer had the dreams or desires she once had. She was just going through life, living, breathing, moving and that was all.