She read romance novels, for they fed her heart the love she needed.
She listened to storms, for it was natures way of conveying what was on her mind.
She never knew true sadness, until she realized she was the creator of her own madness.
She wanted to be mindless like the tides but forceful like the wind, yet she had to settle for being a breeze upon the shore.
She had paint swatches on her hand, so that possibly her outside image would match what swirls in her mind.
She took mental pictures instead of real ones, because she didn’t want to just be able to delete her life with two swipes.
She found heaven in bitter chocolate, for it reminded her even in life, the horror of things provide substance.