wigout
A plague of thoughts: this one disdain, that one creeping; over here is disgust, and below that self-loathing. Each stakes out a part of my heart, claiming that it shall win in the end.
There's that music playing that lets you know that this is the part of the movie where lots of new skills and or relationship bonding is going on- you don't need to hear the words, you don't need to know exactly what happened- just that stuff did happen.