A beautiful thing… that’s all she was. The
girl with the tired brown eyes tried over and over again to
make herself more than that, but she couldn’t. She
tried to feel passionate about something, find a hobby,
anything…but she couldn’t, because her looks
owned her. What everyone saw on the outside consumed
everything she was internally, and this made her sad.
However, she liked being sad kind of because then at least
she was more than just a pretty face, she was a pretty face
with a very sad heart.