You changed me

It's funny how every little thing seemed to bother her ; the sound of the wind on a cold winter day, the crunching of leaves on a crisp fall evening, or maybe even just the sound of someone breathing through the day. She usually wakes up as a normal girl but when she goes to bed at night she is not so normal. she grows more tired each day. She tries to sleep but her brain keeps turning, thinking about her every last little imperfection. She tries, and she tries to sleep but her brain does not allow. As a tear slides down her dainty cheek she curls up in to a ball. Soon her pillow is soon drinched in salty tears. She throws the pillow and then checks the time on her phone : 4:am. She decides she does not want to live anymore. She puts on her beautifulest dress and walks out of the front door. 3 blocks to the right and the to left and she was at the bridge. She knew it was her time. Soon she would be happy again.