She likes to disappear a lot. We always know when something is bothering her. She’ll put on her combat boots and pull her hair back, then she’ll grab her purse and just walk out the door. No one stops her. Ever. We all know she’ll come back when she feels better.
She writes a lot. And although no one knows what she writes about, we know that it helps her. She also likes to pick flowers and send them to people that live in other places. And every morning, she has two or three cups of coffee.
Her fears get in the way of her being happy most of the time. Her scars are noticeable and we don’t say anything about them. She’s not unhappy all the time, though. Making her blush and smile is easier than you think. You just have to know what to say at the right time.
She changes a lot. her mind, her clothes, her hair. It’s never the same for more than a few months. Like a snake shedding its skin.
Some people love that about her, and some people hate it.