Razors and drugs.
She doesn’t find pure happiness in anything around her. All of her real friends aren’t ever there, but her razor and drugs are there everytime to make her feel better. She’s spiroling down. She doesn’t know where to turn to. The drugs get her in trouble. The scars scare people that don’t understand. People hide, take away, and punish me for being with the only things that make me feel better.
