She was a lost soul, she was never talented in doing anything or in caring about anything. She never knew how to make friends, how to be rich, or how to do anything productive. She also never knew why she never felt smart, though she always liked faking feeling it. She was never smart in doing anything, other than being miserable. She was so weak and fragile, that even being lifeless wasn't an enough reason to get her to do something. She wanted death; for death is her only escape; the only thing she could run to, with her arms wide open. She was weak; she was fragile, and she never did anything about it.
