And it happened again; her life was shattering, right there she could see it. It was her will being played with; her thoughts being laughed at; her desires being questioned. And she was witnessing all of it; how could she not, after all it was her thoughts conspiring, while her soul sobbed. She was tired of faking; faking those smiles to those people. She was sure now that she didn’t fit in, anywhere. And was all alone in all of it; which seemed pretty at times but dangerous most of the times. It was never easy to explain and it never will be; she’ll cry herself to bed at the end of every day.