[It's closer to a real laugh, but in the way that anything would have been funny right then.
It's funny because it's not pity. And she can either start screaming because she's pitied or laugh because she's not. So she laughs, leaning over more as it turns into sobbing again then back to laughter.
Men are liars.
Fathers, teachers, peers, presidents, tributes.
Maybe she's right.
It sounds good right now.
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. Trying to master herself again. She's done so well these last few days. She needs to just get a grip.]
I-- This is so stupid. I look like an idiot. I-- Yeah. Sorry.
[Still shaky with tears, but she's trying to convince herself. Trying to calm herself down. Trying to regain control.]
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It's funny because it's not pity. And she can either start screaming because she's pitied or laugh because she's not. So she laughs, leaning over more as it turns into sobbing again then back to laughter.
Men are liars.
Fathers, teachers, peers, presidents, tributes.
Maybe she's right.
It sounds good right now.
She takes a few deep breaths, trying to steady herself. Trying to master herself again. She's done so well these last few days. She needs to just get a grip.]
I-- This is so stupid. I look like an idiot. I-- Yeah. Sorry.
[Still shaky with tears, but she's trying to convince herself. Trying to calm herself down. Trying to regain control.]