She knew it all too well. All the hurt and pain she had been through since high school, her parents being locked up at age 17, she had to take care of herself. She went to college, to do what she loved: fashion. She never had anyone to look up to, being she was a only child. She didn't really have friends because she never had the time. She was always either working or studying. Though she seemed fine on the outside, on the inside she was screaming. Screaming for someone to realize that she wasn't okay. She was hurting. Putting a smile on her face to hide the tears of the night before, and the night before, and the night before's cries is all she could do. Her roommates seemed to have no idea, thinking she was perfectly fine, due to the smile she always plastered on her face. On the inside she was hurting, really wanting someone to know what was wrong with her and how she was doing... How she was really doing. She was tired of the hurt and pain that she knew all too well.