And it’s more. It’s about getting past that question of whats wrong with me, to knowing there’s nothing wrong, that you were born this way. You're a normal person and a beautiful person and you should be proud of who you are. You deserve to live and live with dignity and show people your pride.

I just want the pain to end.

His invitation lingers. So does my question. Why me? I don't know the answer. When I look at myself in the mirror, all I see is a starving, stunted bird who never grew wings and lost all reason to sing.

What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

As they were carting him off on a gurney, all I could think was, I wish that was me.

Who will see you through the darkness? "Me," I key in the answer. "I'll find my own way.

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