They are not cool, especially not when they think they are. Becoming them is a disease I dread and I can't even begin to explain how much I despise them. Her other halves make me sick. Can I ever continue being a normal person without this nausea hanging over me like an evil cloud? They make her wicked and unrecognizable. Alone. They make it seem like she would never need anyone, anyone but them. But I see it all clearly. I see that they aren't "oh-so-pretty" and "life's-a-party", as they claim to be. They are no more than sad mortals with tragic lives who definitely aren't above anyone or above me. They are just like everybody else except for when they are being "cool", then they are simply pathetic!
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