She sits on her bed and weeps, eyes squeezed shut. One word bounces around and around in her head: Desperate.

All her life she has thought of herself as ‘not good enough’. She’s never believed she was smart enough, pretty enough, good enough.

Her friends try day after day to convince her otherwise, but she just can’t see it their way. Her facts are all skewed and misinterperated. She knows this, but doesn’t have the slightest idea what she can do to see herself differently.

She feels alone, helpless, and more desperate for someone’s company then before. She reaches over and grabs her iPod, blasting music in her ears to drownd out the annoying truths she can’t forget.

Eventually, the tears stop and her ragged breathing returns to normal. She slips off into a dreamless sleep, her music still pounding in her ears.