How she despises the tiresome company of others. The frivolous time consumption of ever day life. However is it perhaps herself , whom she despises most of all?
As she sits in front of the mirror, unaware of the minutes, or perhaps hours that goes by. She wonders at what the meaning of purpose truly is. She's been told from a very young age that it is one thing and one thing only, and yet, the only thing that springs to mind at the thought of that sentence is...boredom .
