I have figured that when I'll be dead, people will say she was a case of too little, too late. She lived without any visible care for time. She wasted time and time wasted her. She could have been something respectable, but she was not inclined at all towards any kind of doing. She couldn't devote herself to any one or any thing, may be she had problem in being faithful. She invented her own standards of morality which she abide by. 


She considered the day to be fulfilled if, at end of the day she didn't feel lonesome. Her only aim was to be accompanied and feel less lonelier, because she didn't seem to belong any where naturally.