Accusation.

She blamed herself for all the time that was wasted.
She blamed herself for chances and challanges that she didn't take.
She blamed herself for not being able to overcome the unbareble pain that had been eating away at her personality and munching on her soul ever since the day that she became aware of Him.

Sometimes, she blamed the world for everything that had happened to her.
But whoever's, or whatever's fault it was that she had ended up this way, she always found herself making accusations at least half of the time when she was awake.

Doing absolutely nothing but sit somewhere or walk aimlessly around town,
having countless debates with herself about who's fault it was, and why.
And she hated herself for doing so because the next day she would reflect on the previous day, and,
come to the conclusion, that she's accomplished absolutely nothing.
When in fact she could've done something.

Even if it was only one tiny thing that hardly made a difference to anyone else, but it was a big difference to her. And then she would be caught off guard by guilt and weakness and it would lead her to repeat the same handlings that she had done the previous day.

Making accusations.