She didn't like nights, but she didn't like mornings neither. In the morning, she always felt alone, like nobody liked her. She felt like everyone around her was against her. She was trying her best to smile every time, even if people were saying means things to her and fight back against the people who were saying bad things to her. But her mask always fell.
She was trying to act nice and sweet so her mom could stop telling her that she was egoist and that her little brother was better than her, but it never worked. She was trying her best to act cool in school with her friends, but she was never satisfied. She always felt that she was left behind. She was putting outfits, that were not her style, she was listening music that were not her style and other many things that didn't fit with her to impress people around her, 'cauz she didn't want to be left behind. But it always fell. And she was always felling alone.
When the night finally comes. Instead of being happy that she could finally be with her family. She was in her bed crying because she felt like she didn't deserve to live. That she needed something or someone to help her get out of the nightmare that her life was. But she never found that thing or person that would help her.
So her life was always the same thing. Wake up, go to school, being happy for a little moment, feels like she was alone, return home, cry over and over, sleep for little hours. This was the circle of her life
The End