She's beautiful, the apple of our family's eye. A top ballerina, former soccer star, first chair violinist, a brilliant artist, a gifted sister, and a great friend. She loved, and was loved. She didn't like to be loved back, she said it made her feel weird. As if she didn't deserve it, like her presents on her birthday or Christmas, she said she didn't deserve those either.
One day, she changed. She was the same, yet there was something about her that wasn't the same. She was cold and pushed people away when they tried to help. She told people she didn't want help, that she had help. This is the story of a girl, a story that she can't tell herself due to her fright of being involved in social sites and with people in general. This is a story of a girl, a story of my best friend, my cousin.
