Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

But she never just accepted me for the way I was.

What will I become? Because I won't be me any longer. That will be a relief. I dont want to be the helpless person I've always been.

Trust. That was what this was all about. If you can't trust the one you love, you don't have anything.

Miracles don't happen. You make them happen. They're not wishes or dreams or candles on a cake. They're not impossible. Reality is real. It's totally and completely under my control.

How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.

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.