With determination and purpose, I head into the light.
But you'd sell your soul for it, wouldn't you? For one day of feeling beautiful.
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.
I didn't tell him. And I never told her the whole truth. What would it matter? There was nothing she could do; nothing anyone can do or will do.
Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.
How will you be remembered? As a loner and a loser.