She is me.

She was tired. She was upset. She hated how life was. She didn't like scraping by each day.She didn't like crying an hiding how she feels. She didn't like being hungry or watching other be hungry. No one seemed to hire her no one seemed to want her. She tried her best more than they knew she sold things and still wasn't enough she did what she needed even if it wasn't good. Her life wasn't perfect but no body was. Though while others lived life with riches all she wanted was a meal and comfort. All she wanted was a home to feel safe and full. She wanted life to be unreal. But reality is mean and she was sweet. But she couldn't melt anymore than she had. A bitter end to a sweet girl.