#288855 - “I… don’t know…” “Are you happy when you inject a needle into your bruised forearm? Are you happy when you receive a failed grade? Are you happy when some guy you don’t even know empties his seed into you and then gets you off his deflating manhood like a used condom? Do they make you happy, or do they make you feel unhappy? Is there anything that makes you happy? Don’t you have friends to make you happy!” “I DON’T KNOW! I don’t have any friends!” she shouted, covering her ears to try and block him out. He leaned forward again, whispering into her ear while cupping her cheek. Instead, there is an uncountable series of Victorias, limited only by the number of existences that can be aware of her, affect her, and are affected by her.