Desperate times usually call for desperate measures, but she’s never listened to these calls. It’s not that she’s an idiot or has no sense of will or opinion, but that she finds it easy to forget herself and her needs when someone else is around. She absolutely hates feeling self-conscious, so she makes it a habit to focus her consciousness on anything and anyone other than her own being. Life is easier that way, because it’s easier to deal with someone else’s problems than your own.
Her life revolves around those around her, and in doing so, she becomes a ring-shaped soul, where the hole is defined by its boundaries.