Days passed. She quit a sport she had joined. Colorguard. She couldn't do it. She tried very hard to act as everyone wanted and needed, being her self when she could. She would have days where she could only be depressed and do nothing.
Who knows? Maybe she will find love. To this day, she has finished a biography about herself, but told another point of view. She aches for that solid feeling of loveing, being loved, and maybe some normality. She'll stop trying to impress, or fit in. She'll give her middle finger to life.
And, so ends, this story.