She hates bananas, but loves banana bread.
She is happiest when she’s alone, but loves to be around people.
She writes to cure herself, but loves for people to read it.
She stayed in hell so long, she still smells like smoke.
She cries at night, but does it alone so she doesn’t worry him.
She is tough and she can be mean, but she hurts easily.
She isn’t tired of living, but sometimes she is tired of her life.
She isn’t giving up.