He had known just from looking at me, could tell from a glance, and how I had taken that bill, so pathetic I wanted to scream, but for some reason my hands would not obey and my lips muttered only Thank You. Is this what I had become? This empty shell sitting by a gas station with my bag and my cigarettes. Is this what I had become? This girl with hollow eyes, and an empty stomach. I'd been fooling myself to believe I could remain unchanged by this. Yet, I couldn't even accept the help of a stranger because no where in my mind could I grasp the concept that he wouldn't do something to hurt me in return. Trust had vanished from my weary perceptions and I, being a fool, thought I didn't need it. What have I become?