Robot Metamorphasis

So many thoughts were racing in her head that there was no room for anything other then madness. It was just a disarray of inspiration, paranoia, unchanneled screaming, black and white colors swirling around, backed up tears, and lust. She had a name but she never felt like telling anyone what it was. They woulden't remember or give a fuck the next day, while she even remembered their names, faces, personalities and still gave a fuck two years later. She'd had enough of the giving-a-shit-about-people business, once she realized that even the christians diden't really give a fuck- then she really gave up. Books and music and possibly dogs- but no more people. Time to become a robot again. She just wasen't looking forward to the plaster smile.