today the real jodi is hiding behind big scared eyes. she’s back there being quiet and lonely and desperate. while the fake, automaton jodi goes through the paces, laughs in all the right places, makes the changes that were made in red ink. but peeking out behind the big, scared eyes is the other jodi who is trying not to cry and wonder how on earth she can ever keep everyone happy and wonders why so many people can demand so many things of one, single person and never ask if everything is ok.