'How much do you hate yourself?' she was asked; and as she looked up, staring off into the popcorn ceiling stars, she smiled and responded, 'So much. Right now... I hate myself more than I could possibly feel anything else.' She then looked over and continued, 'but that's okay,' offering a comforting smile. It was just for now. A temporary thing. It'll pass just like anything else. She was just happy to be feeling something.