i happen to be cursed to have met the loneliest girl in the world. the saddest eyes ive seen, the gloomiest face ive known. however rough on edges she shows, i know something is not right. looking at her in the mirror, i wanna tell her how pretty she is and how amazing her lifes journey has been, and that shes capable of being loved, and that it doesnt end here, that curiousity and the need to learn should drive her to carry on with out grudges. but im never a good lier, and the girl in the mirror has closed mindedly listens to no one. not even to herself, not even to me.