Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
No one ever found out what was happening inside me. How the pain was eating me away. No one ever came to my rescue, or stood up for me.
I hear you. I just don’t believe a word you say.
Everything seems to be working.” Except me. I’m broken.
Everyone’s a liar. Everyone I’ve ever known.
Stop trying to save me. You couldn’t then; you can’t now.
I wish I could tell my parents, ” If you want to help me, help me die.
She’ll go to hell. They all will. If hell will even have them.
What awaits you? Eternal peace. Serenity. The light on the other side. What awaits me is unknown. The only certainty is that life is an eternal hell.
That’s love? To let someone beat you and be hateful to you? These people are all so... Weak. Powerless to change their lives. I know the feeling. All you can do is take it. No one understands how it beats you down.
Life is so unfair.