Six Sentence Challenge

If going to a bar meant that she was getting out of the house, it would also (technically) count as an excursion in discussion with her therapist.  Boggled in heart and by xenophobic exhaustion that battled intelligent knowledge that nothing truly held her back had forced her escape cabinets dry.  With no job, budget, income, or integrity, she decided to hide behind a black mop of red hair and an extra thirty pounds; nobody local noticed.  People introduced themselves to the new rag-doll she had become and even complimented her on the details that went unnoticed as a blonde vixen.  She became the nothing she felt herself to be, and was intent on avoiding camaraderie.  Rejected by the true love of her life's work, she withered into the alleyways of existence, and realized she was no longer alive.