she'd believed anything and everything anybody told her to be hollow platitudes.  it felt that everything she was told had been untruthful and that the people around her were full of shit. but she didn't know why.

it was a thought that invaded her mind night after night; why did everybody seem to be lying? could everybody really lie to her all at once? there's got to be somebody on the damn planet who's speaking what's really on their mind, but that person never seemed to engage with her.

maybe this has happened so many times over that she no longer recognizes the difference between what's true and what isn't, as if, in retrospect, the sweet nothings she's been told for however long have reverted her cognizance of the idea to a childlike state and she really doesn't have the ability to differentiate the two anymore.

what a stupid idea - obviously that couldn't be true. that only happens in the movies, doesn't it?