“But Lo and I…” I try to find the words. “We may not be good for each other, but sometimes I feel like he’s the only guy who could ever love me.” And that’s the truth. Because who would love this? A girl who sleeps around. A whore. A slut. Trash to be disposed. That’s what everyone sees. “You think too lowly of yourself,” Rose says, standing. “If you don’t love yourself, Lily, how can anyone love you back?”
