Furious, she became. The madness in her was turning her blind.
Sadness. She is overcome.
Turn loneliness to rage, girl, but it will eat you whole, burn you right through as fast as a bolt of lightning.
She was going to be done by these emotions, be it one or the other. They complimented each other: both the consequence of her confusion. Now the question was by which hand she would go.
Fast or slow, eventually she would be no more.