How much is beauty worth if everytime she looks at the mirror, she wanted to kill herself?

How much is health worth if everytime she is thristy, she gulped a bottle of vodka?

How much is wealth worth if everytime she's in her Porsche, she thought about crashing herself to a 10-tons-truck?

How much is a good job worth if everytime she's in her office, she wanted to jump out of the window?

How much is a loyal friend worth if everytime she sees him, she could only see that man?

And all of the other men falling over her, why does she sees them as the same face?

The same smile;

the same eyes;

the same scent;

the same touch,

that man has.

That man,

who turned into a nightmare,

but at least the loveable one.

The loveable nightmare,

for her.

---WARNING---

This story is based on the 3rd person point of view.

This story start in depression and gets happier in time, though it's slow in .

This story is 100% original, any similarities is not plagiarism.

This story has few mature contents. 

This story may be heartbreaking.

This story is still lacking. STILL A BEGINNER.

This story will need some fixing. So please, leave a feedback. 

This story DEFINITELY has grammatical errors. Not born an american.

This story needs some subscribers to keep it going. Ah, you know what I mean.

This story is lacking in the cover department. Yes I know, but I don't understand photoshop, so anyone?

p.s. Luv u.

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