"It's never been perfect. Never been bloomed. It always stays the same. No paths to cross, no goals to achieve.
Somehow I realized, I don't have a purpose. I am a trash. You can think it this way... I am a girl that the world don't need.
I wonder what am I doing here. Being afar from people is normal. I'm a fool, pathetic, invisible! Being lonely for me is typical.
No one ever knows my existence. Why? Because they don't care.
Sometimes when I'm outside, I kinda feel envy of the beggar. At least, even few people stops and give them a coin.
I smiled bitterly, pity me! I don't know how did I survived my twenty years in this world. The world that I barely know."
"Very well. Your skills has improved." She said while smiling. I'm in her office for a one-on-one meeting. And yes, she just read my latest story.
Improving, huh? Of course you taught me well.