Stop telling me how beautiful I am and how cute my hair is. Stop saying that I am such a funny girl. Beautiful girls don't stand alone at parties or spend Friday nights alone in their kitchen. Funny girls don't lock themselves away to cry.
Nobody's going to do your life for you. You have to do it yourself whether you're rich or poor, out of money or raking it in, beneficiary of ridiculous fortune or terrible injustice. And you have to do it no matter what is true. No matter what is hard. No matter what unjust, sad, sucky things that have befallen you. Self-pity is a dead-end road. You make the choice to drive down it. It's up to you to decide to stay parked there or to turn around and drive out.