Why am i here? What's my purpose?
Oh sure. Because we always talk about deep down stuff.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.
Everything seems to be working." Except me. I'm broken.
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.