Hakkari

Everything about her was a mess, and the inner demon that was obsessive compulsive was making her clean herself up. Or was trying to, anyway. She was too wasted to really do much, and kind of just tugged at her hair and pouted at her mirror. I am hideous... These insecurities weren't new at all to Atola, but she only allowed them to show when she was under the influence. If she showed them all the time, she would just get laughed at. Feeling a bit better after a while, the crow ripped off her dress, singing a little song that had no true words or tune to it. Peeking down to her exposed breasts, she slid through her memories, trying to rememb