“There is no use crying over spilled milk, she often told herself.
She will always be alone, she will always be deviant. Righting the wrongs that are forced upon her is her way of fulfilling her role in society. Of that she was certain. Happiness, contentment… such things were myths of the uninformed, and luxuries of the ignorant. Even if they do temporarily exist, Sarah knew that ultimately, sadness would always prevail. “