"now, stella... stella had always hated those hallways. those hallways painted with the bright colors, yet the walls empty, except for the occasional corkboard with fake inspirational messages on them. she had become used to seeing the same corkboard with the same fake "nothing worth having is easy to get" messages. it was all bullshit. and she knew that. even though the same daily schedule of wake up, eat bland oats, and give therapy until she collapsed in cassava's office was hard, she got used to it. as much as she begged for it to change, it never did. and she accepted it. yet the overwhelming feelings toward them were harder to accept. she hated them. she hated how much she loved them. she loved how much she was allowed to hate them. she could never make up her mind."

(not a vent ^_^)