"Massive government conspiracies and the corresponding death tolls aside," something darker flickers across her face, quickly shoved back aside as her voice and expression even out with the ease of long practice, "I'm happy with my life."

"I make no promises on the self pity front, but I try to wallow privately" She inspects the condiment choices and nods approvingly. "If you catch me posting angsty poetry while high on painkillers, tell the others from home to keep me offline. I'd like to at least edit while sober before anything goes up for public consumption."