With a barbarous struggle taking place this individual will persist with venomous intelligence. A might of extracurricular and chosen upheaval, that is to speak amid utter hatred and predominant haste. Placing the array of disgustingly dirty clothes which momentarily mis-represent her upon her rigid frame, she decides to light a calming yet no less influential cigarette and proceeds to indulge her struggling senses. Equally aware as to all of these classless people who suddenly surround her, people who will endlessly aim to drive her wildly frustrated even on her greater day. That sustaining ability to rile the things that cannot but absolutely bother her. That shall cause constant and ceaselessly worsening hardship. Her mind has been high-wired and in a none too advantageous manner, it appears. Ill-equipped, she harries and barters from deep inside the pit of her enduring being to endeavour to, yet still, resolutely show herself one such worthwhile way from this ultimately undeniable level of pain and poised chaos. A picture of painted insignificance, if only there were a procured painter who cared enough to portray her.