It´s hard to be someone whom feels everything too fucking deep. She was like that, she felt the wind as if it was speaking softly and gentle through her body; she felt the sun as if it was herself trying too cheer her up and she saw the moon as a reminder than even in the darkest hours there is hope.
She could not help it; she was just wired like that. It was so difficult for her, living in a time were feelings are underrated and having them only makes you weak.
Her only dream was to find a place where she could be herself, a place were she could talks and dance and laugh her ass of without being called childish or immature; it wasn´t her fault she was just doomed to live in this empty society, this empty world.
A world that would eat her up, a world that would crush her feelings and show her how it is best to not feel at all.