The story of an artist by herself

 She died young. Didn't survived middle life crisis. Lost hope and became someone else. Someone full of anger and bitternes. Didn't have enough courage to become a hermit. Besides didn't know what hermits did for a living, had absolutely no idea. Became extremely suspicious about what other people did for a living and by what means they 'd got they well-paid jobs and made succesful careers. What she discovered wasn't optimistic. She was never one of them, didn't belong, was a stranger, she even looked different with her big bones and fair colouring. She had lost her tribe and lived among strangers. Didn't have enough courage to search for her people because she was afraid they didn't exist or wouldn't recognize her.