farah thinks, i used to be different, i used to bounce back so easily, how the hell did i end up here?

she looks up at the sky, and oddly enough, it reminds her of a smiley face rave flyer with her name on it she stuck on her CDJ's.

"life's a fuckin trip" she whispers to herself.

but deep down, under the fog of confusion, and the foreignness of an unrelenting ambivalence, she knows she'll be ok. she's always been ok, and this time, there's just more light.