She is...

This is how she has been living her whole life.

She's too kind. She has a good heart for everybody. The two main reasons why people take her for granted. No matter how much you hurt her, she'll still stay beside you. She likes to help other people, be it in simple or complicated way. She gives advices to other people about how to deal with their struggles in life. Little did they know, she can't even face her own struggles. 

She doesn't like compliments for she believes that they are all sugar coated lies. She hates it everytime someone tells her she's pretty for she knows it to herself that she's not. She can't even look at her own reflection because everytime she does, what she's seeing isn't her own refection, but an image of a fragile and vulnerable girl instead.

She loves to sleep. She can fall asleep anytime and anywhere. She falls asleep way too fast. She loves to sleep for it's the only way she can do to escape this damn reality.

She writes stories. She puts into words all her destructive thoughts, those that keep her awake at night. She writes beautiful yet tragic lines.

She can always be your friend. Someone you can lean on during the hard times. Someone you can talk to at 2AM about your heartbreak problems. She gives advices, those she can't even apply to herself.

She loves too much. She loves too much because she knows what it feels like to be loved so little. She still sees love in everything despite of too much pain she received before.

But, she isn't really a happy person. She's been faking all those smiles and laughter. She wasn't okay when she told you she was. She never knew what happiness really was. 

She's tired and lonely. And she's just waiting for that someone who'll finally notice the loneliness hidden in her eyes. She's a great pretender. 

Yep, that's who she is.