"Take a broken girl, treat her like a famous princess. Give her the best seats in the house. Buy her coffee and cigarettes for the coming down, books and bathroom things for the days ahead. Tell her something true when all she’s known are lies. Tell her God loves her. Tell her about forgiveness, the possibility of freedom. Tell her she was made to dance in white dresses. All these things are true."
I can't stop crying. I've tried to stop thinking but it doesn't work. You don't expect stuff to happen. You can't control it. You can't control anything. We're all lonely and all we want is for someone to, you know, pay attention and tell us we're beautiful and cute and say that they want to kiss us.