The funny thing about Ellen was that she was remarkably beautiful but also remarkably unhappy. She'd been miserable since she was just ten years old, and Ellen was now twenty and knew depression like a dear friend. But every now and then she would get that lost look in her eyes, like she was catching a glimpse of what she was missing. Then it would be gone and she was in the dark again, without hope. So she continued to lie, cheat, hurt people and breathe more smoke than oxygen. Then she'd run away, leaving bridges burning and hearts broken.
Ellen never let anybody into her world. She knew they couldn't handle it.
PHOTO CREDIT - CRISTOPHE KUTNER
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