“I make everything worse, no matter what I do, no matter how many times I try to change, no matter how often I say I’m sorry or that I’ll be better or that I’ll make it up to them. I can’t smile right. I can’t walk right. I can’t wear the right clothes or say the right things or bruise the right way. I want…I w-want someone to not be so angry with me…I want someone to be gentle…when they look at me and touch me…and kiss me…”
