She was a girl who was driven to excel in her studies, always seeking validation and a sense of purpose.
Her vivid imagination often plagued her with nightmares of her friends dying, leaving her feeling drained and overwhelmed. To cope, she turned to the solace of late nights, pouring her heart into writing stories about her life while cuddling with her two beloved cats.
She didn't have a romantic partner and instead found herself the object of affection for other girls. When asked why she didn't pursue a boyfriend, she was at a loss for words.
Exhaustion kept her from venturing out or socializing, so she turned to social media to maintain her friendships. Although they weren't particularly close, she felt like an outcast and believed that most people saw her as odd.
Most guys who approached her seemed to have second thoughts and she was unsure of her place in the world or why she kept striving for success, but it was too late to turn back now.
She was a strange and complex girl that I met online. As I read her stories, I felt like I was able to understand and relate to her emotions.
