One day you’re going to realise that the young shy girl with tears rolling down her cheeks is too cliche, and you can cry all you like, maybe find that one person to confide your troubles in. But baby even they don’t give a shit. Everyone is self absorbed and only cares about themselves. They will either find you a bore or be secretly pleased in your loneliness, in your sadness. Style your hair, fix your clothes, paint your face on with a big pink glossy smile, the girl who fakes it when she is falling apart is only another cliche if they notice. Don’t falter, keep on going. Fucking shine. Remember baby girl, they will kill to see you fall.