[She's so tired. Tired of being sad, tired of being angry, tired of being ashamed, tired of being tired. She wishes he had stayed angry; at least that would have fueled her own conviction. Now that he's changed his mind, she doesn't know what to feel.]
What do you want from me? [The words aren't angry; rather, they're plaintive. Nothing makes sense and everything hurts.]
no subject
What do you want from me? [The words aren't angry; rather, they're plaintive. Nothing makes sense and everything hurts.]