You’ve got such an angry soul, girl. You’re battling a war against the world while the world has nothing against you. It is easier to put the blame on everyone else, but if you can never be humble, you’ll never win.

Drugs, alcohol, and a man you claim to love; that is all your life consists of. Though you’re trying so hard to get by you’d rather sell your soul to the devil before straightening up. When you were younger, you loved to break the hearts of the many boys who wanted you, but now, the only hearts you break are those of whom are giving you their hand.

You’re always crying wolf. Save the best dramatics for those who really care, but what are you going to do when there is no one left?