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.