"A million times and more"

So she ran, and ran. She didn't bother looking back. Her brow creased, tense, wet with perspiration. Her thoughts madly clashing, bloody and muddy, slamming into each other as soldiers in a battlefield. Despite the chaos raging, battering within, she gazed, listless.

After all she'd done. The race she'd run. Well, she thought. What's in it for me?

Yea, what's in it for me?

You would think I'd know better by now. I'm so sorry I'm such a lousy friend.

P.S. I know I'm not supposed to blog. Ok. I know, I know.