She is silly. She is broken. She is unique.
She lies. She laughs. She cries. She sings. She writes.
She wishes. She dreams. She screams.
She wants to succeed, but all she does is fail.
She is his mistake. She is just someone he once met.
She is an almost sane disaster.
She writes letters she will never send.
She is herself and will never change.
Why is that so bad?