She cringes, her stomach threatening to squeeze and implode within itself, all the while squirting out undigested pieces of food from her mouth. The stress is really getting to her. She doesn’t smile like she used to. She doesn’t feel good like she used to. No matter how hard she tries she just can’t feel the way she used to feel — normal. What happened to her smiles — they’re no longer full and carefree… What happened to her good luck?

Wanting to be responsible, she tries her hardest to do the things she promises. She can’t handle them, but she keeps trying anyway. She’s in over her head but she keeps trying. She smiles in front of people but cries when she’s alone or supposed to be sleeping.

She feels like her world is caving in on her.