there was always someone there for her. if she accepted it, life could have been handed to her on a silver platter. but she threw the platter back in life's face. she wanted things to be difficult, you can't be an artist without suffering. she worked to ruin her perfect world and in doing so ruined it for her family and friends.
she started lying to attempt to erase the perfection that could have surrounded her. she started cheating to have something to lie about. she hurt anyone who ever threatened her with the thought of a "perfect" life, a "normal" life. she fought back anyway she knew how; claws out, eyes closed. she always drew blood.
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