Dear Life, Why do you make everything so hard? What did I do wrong to deserve this? I have no life left. I have no friends, no family, and a little girl living in my apartment with me. What’s going on? Love, Rita Johnson I’m Rita Johnson. I am 17, live alone, attend a normal highschool, have a part time job, Oh, and have a five year old girl named Jenna living in my apartment. Welcome to my normally abnormal life.