If you were to describe Veronica Sawyer, the main trait that would come up is her utter confidence. How she doesn't seem to regret anything.
Nobody really knows how utterly false that was.
Veronica regrets things so much that she still dreams of that year. The year of utter fucking chaos.
(the only time people of different social types can genuinely get along is in heaven)
Sometimes there was differences; she and JD were a tragic romance. He was still a utter psychotic. But.
He.
Cared.
(our love is God)
(I'd take my life for yours)
Veronica supposed that was supposed to be a comfort to deal with things. Or maybe she wasn't any better then JD himself.
(you believed it because you wanted to believe it)
In other dreams, she is the ideal Heather: blonde, rich, and pretty. The Heather's are still as bad as they were in her junior year of high school yet entirely different.
("Dear Diary, I can't believe I called her a fatty!")
In the end, she wakes up. Goes to work. Comes home.
"hey honey, how was your day?"
She lies flawlessly, giving a smile.
"It was fine. How was your case?"
Her daughter comes home.
"hey sweetie. come to the table. have some liverwurst. It's your favorite."
"thanks mom. Hey, I better head out so I can be ready for the party."
If you were to describe Veronica Sawyer, the trait that would come up is her utter confidence. How she didn't seem to regret anything.
Nobody will never know how false that is.
(except for one person)