"I don't know," she replied, "It just feels pointless. Having to tip toe so much, and then having to make sure I never got so good that I got noticed." She shrugged. She was trying her best to separate the thoughts that had gotten into her head because of that bitch and the thoughts that were hers, and perhaps it was just because no one had really paid her much mind except to give her shit that year, she hadn't really been able to question the FBI thing like she likely should have. It meant that her defense for why it was pointless was starting to fall apart.
She didn't like admitting her short comings though, so she wasn't sure she wanted Hallowfen to know that she was feeling a bit more indecisive now.