I wish I was invisible to him, to everyone.
...the man of my dreams is a girl.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
Do what, Kim? Lead a normal life? Too late. Way too late.
Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.
Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.