[At least she's trying for some deep breaths now.]

I'm sorry. That was unfair.

Look. I'm flipping out. I know it. I can't reconcile some things I have seen and experienced with what people are telling me. And I'm scared. I didn't actually wake up after finding out that Franklin was graduated and not punished and decide to become a broken, disillusioned bitch, okay? This was done to me.

My anger is justified. What happened to me was wrong. Franklin getting away with it was wrong. My anger is righteous. But without a way of satisfying it or my need for vindication, I don't know what to do.