freakin' train wreck
And there she found her, curling in a ball on the corner of the room, eyes red and a bit swollen (which she insists as some kind of allergic reaction because of the amount of dust in that room) with messy, tangled hair and tattered clothes. "I don't think I know who myself is," she choked out, a low rumbling in her neck like she's holding back tears (though she will not admit that, never).