she was.

life kept rolling her over like a piece of driftwood in the surf of an angry sea. she was intelligent, she was beautiful, she was well-off, she was friendly and approachable. yet she wasn't able to put the pieces together into any recognizable shape. she wasn't sure who she wanted to be, so she ended up being no one in particular. she was invisible, she was the one you loved so much who... really wasn't there at all.