She was empty. So empty. She was trying hard to find a reason, only one fucking reason to keep her fucking heart beating. She didn't want food, she didn't want class, she didn't want love. She wanted drugs, alcohol and sex, she wanted something to distract her from the shit she was living. But it wouldn't come. She would live like this fucking vegetable that knows everything that it's happening but can't do anything. That's why she got that knife, brought it to her skin and watched her blood fall to the floor.