I don't talk to anyone besides the ones in my mind, my parents are never home, and all I can do is sketch and write whats on my mind. I'm just your average nerdy girl in Paris being bullied by some of my classmates. Nobody likes me which is what some say, if they say that it has to be true. So I seclude myself alone everyday, but in the end they'll always find a way to hurt me, abuse me and make life hell.. I always thought that nobody liked me, that I was ugly, overweight, or that I was I invisible to everyone. But soon I had made a few friends from class, an artist, blogger, fashion designer, model. Everyday was painful coming to school, but seeing them made me forget that pain. They were so kind and gentle that life took a turn for the better.. I never though being loved would feel amazing, but then again.. Heartbreak feels just as painful..