Tonight was her night. She hadn’t won anything, she wasn’t with her prince. She was in her bed crying. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. Her life was shit and it was now in front of her face. Her schooling was not the way that it needed to to be. Her friends were not always the best ones; always having a reason behind something. Her lack of relationships was not giving her an outlet from someone else to be able breath. Her living arrangements weren’t working out. And her depression was beginning to creep its way back in to her life. She was a no body and she was good at it. She hated her life and her life hated her.