Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who?
To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again--just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes.
To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. A walking trashcan. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?