That One Girl:

 She wasn't perfect. She didn't look all that great or have extreme self control. She spent hours making her hair & putting on gloss, but somehow she still never managed to look as good as "those other girls- the ones with the perfect bodies and perfect hair, perfect houses and friends, perfect boyfriends and the perfect lives." but she never let that get her down. Talking to people didn't come to her easily but she didn't let it show when she was around everyone: she made her conversation seem effortless. She was hurting & alone, scared to let anyone into her life anymore - the way her past had left her - but still she tried; tried to hide all the pain and tears and tried to be happy. She always lived in her own world where things went her way. She knew she had flaws but so did everyone else! If she could accept someone as they were, why couldn't they do the same? It seemed like everyone wanted to change her and could do nothing but criticize her. All she wanted was someone to love her for herself, without all the pretense  Someone who would accept her flaws. For once she wanted someone to point out all her perfections in the numerous imperfections. All she wanted was to feel loved and needed. So every morning she would wake up & get dressed, applying the lip gloss and making her hair , trying to revive her hope & belief in fairy tales , to restore her faith in life. But every night, she would be back in her room, all by herself, free of the pretentious happiness and make-up, spiraling down the stairs of negative thoughts, still looking for  a ray of light to hold onto. To others she was just another person in the crowd of millions, but to her, she was all she had.