She sits alone on her rooftop, watching cars go by. Listening to her neighbors fight. The town is big, the traffic never stops, and the planes fly low. Midnight looks like twilight, the stars have been outshone. She's a step below city life.

I have my up's and downs, my good's and bad's.
Days where I just want to pull all my hair out and scream.
Days when I give random hugs and repeat over and over "I love you".
Days when I feel like everything is crashing down on me.
Days when I feel the happiest I've been in years.
Days when I feel as if I have the weight of the world on my shoulders.
Days when I ponder on the past, and every mistake I've made.
Days when I'm so grateful for where I am today.
Days when I hate who I have become.
Days when I just want to break down and cry.
Days when I want to scream "fuck you all! fuck the world!"
Days when I giggle and smile all day long.
Days when I'm looking over my shoulders after every corner I pass.
Days when I just want to give up on it all and throw my life away.
But then are the best days when I sit there and think to myself;
"Wow, I've made it this far never having given up."
Then I think of how strong a person I am, and I'm not near
as horrible of a person I think I am, or make myself out to be.

I am only human...