Gia

She was like a puppy. She was like love me, love me, love me, love me. And I did. I did. I did right away. Glamorous, beautiful, doomed from the start. The intimate look we get into the intense life of gia feels invasive from the close ups of her face and body to the reading of her diary. The saddest part is that gia didn’t need drugs, she was the drug, so captivating and charismatic but when alone she lost all sense of that. She shows extreme signs of BPD from her intense fear of abandonment to her reckless actions in an attempt for control. My poor girl. When she kisses me, I feel all four winds blow at my face. But what do you do with a woman who has no love for you? you were the one, you were the only one, and you were amazing.