She was the sort of woman who tried so hard to be impulsive but always regretted it.
She was the kind of woman who keeps a journal but mostly uses it to write the things she could never say to the people who have upset her.
She was the type of woman who really believed she was happy.
She was the kind of woman who could honestly speak her mind without being intentionally hurtful.
She was the sort of woman who was quick to forgive everyone but herself. She was also the sort of woman who was quick to admit that this was quite selfish.
She was the kind of woman who almost had that impossible natural beauty, but occasionally you saw her in a light that made you think some very small thing was amiss.