She doesn't understand herself, she wishes she did.
Sometimes she's happy, but most of the times,
she's not.
Sometimes she wishes that she could disappear.
She's not important, she's just there and people don't even think of her.
She's just someone's second option.
Sometimes she feels so alone, and sadness takes over, and she locks herself in a
room, and cries an ocean full of tears.
- a.e
