"Screws fall our all the time, the world is an imperfect place."
Xanthe can be one of the funniest people you will ever meet, as long as you're on the right end of it. She can quote anyone from a John Hughes movie to Henry David Thoreau, just to prove her point even if it's on something as mundane as a debate on what TV program to watch that night. She is mysterious and desirable, perhaps because she gives of an air of being complex. However she is lost. She sees herself as unimportant, unwanted. She has no place in the world, no direction. Perhaps she has spent so long like this, so long feeling sad, that it has become normality for her. And that is the worst part, sadness is the every day mundane.
She clings on to the small things in life: her friends, her books, a morning cuppa.
She doesn't tell many people what it was that made her this way, but those who she does tell are people who she trusts and keep quiet about those kinds of things. I haven't yet worked out what made her the way she is. Maybe it was nothing. Not everyone has a story. Maybe something happened to her but that didn't cause her to feel the way she does. Some people are just sad. Maybe she fears that, maybe she fears there's no way to fix herself because what's wrong is part of who she is. Maybe that's why she feels so hopeless and lost, because she feels like she was born to be sad and broken.
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