The sad distant eyes. The regret and insecurity in her Visage. The blotches, blemished, and sagging skin. The soft flab of her body. The Unkempt hair. The flat hard cheaply made futon. The self loathing inside of her that constantly forces her to search for any kind of acceptance and identity, causing her to justify her life choices as good eveb though she is surrounded by pain and squalor.

This is not a happy person. This is not what she wanted out of life. How did it go so wrong?

She will be asking that question for the rest of her days.

She looks like a junkie.

They can have her.

Oh yeh, she looks real fuckin happy

Oy vey!

Christ, she's got that thousand-cock stare.

How sad, her father wasnt a real man.

That could be someone's wife and mother to children, but we have a self-harming, dopamine-seeking race mixer instead. Thanks, jews.