The Home's infrastructure has wired up in meshes. Complexity permits in between lines of positivity, and none questions their failures in behavior. Merely 16, yet too tangled up in homely politics; too caught up trying to chase after perfection. Her mind hollers cruelty of human nature, yet her heart murmurs her flaws that were too vivid to miss, penetrating her with guilt.

Have we refused to open up to options, or has Man become truly informidable? Does it take too much to lower just a portion of pride?

Home suddenly, feels foreign.