Making Trendy Designs On Her Wrist

She was all alone in her room. She was crying and didn't know what to do with herself. So she grabbed a blade and started making trendy designs on her wrist. The next day in school no one seemed to care that she didn't talk, or accept the dares that made her who she was. So she went out that night and got drunk. She really just wanted a friend, a friend with a clue. She didn't want someone who understood or walked in her shoes. She just wanted a friend, a friend with a clue. Days later her peers finally noticed how she was gone due to the writing hate on her arms. The gave her a call and asked her "What's going on?" but all she said was "Get a clue." All she wanted was a friend with a clue, one who cared, and knew what to do.
Two years later the scars still appeared but the hate on her arms has turned to love in her heart. She found a friend who knew what to do. She found someone who finally had a clue.