The RiotAnger, hurt despair. She tugs lightly on her hair. Wishing her life would come to an end, and the voices would go away. It's her life to pay. Death.. It's always on her mind.... The razor.. Calls her name all the time. Everyone says the way she lives her life is outrageous, all of her depression is becoming contagious. She feels like she's the only person left on Earth, but then she opens her eyes and seesthe people laughing at her. She's little miss invisible at times, and then sometimes she's the most visible person alive. But she just wishes they'd leave her alone, and accept her for who she is. She's tired of all of this.