Kaylee's POV

Every time I read a tweet from Sandra or see a pic of Bronwyn and Jordan on Facebook, I wanna cry. Seriously. Being alone in the city that never sleeps is hard, not knowing who to turn to when you need a supporting hand, or someone to answer your cry for help. I desperately want to go home, but I know I can't. I need to be on my own to go over things and evaluate my options. I've auditioned for a few roles and got a few callbacks, but nothing more. I'm of no real help to them, just some pretty, desperate girl. That means they can hurt me, seduce me... ruin me. I should stand up, but every time I fall. I won the battle but lost the war, now caught between a rock and a hard place. I thought I'd be happy, and maybe I will be, but for now I'm just alone. For now, it's pointless. For now, I won't let my tears fall because I know that no one cares and no one will comfort me, so why waste my breath.