This broke me. I mean, Amy was flawed, she made a lot of her own decisions, but she was fighting against things that were simply too big and terrible, and all her extraordinary talent and heart could not help her, her friends could not save her, her parents and p.o.s ex-husband held her back, and the world laughed until it was too late.
what would we be like when we became too old to distinguish a lemon from a damn potato... should there still be anyone by our side? should there still be people whispering to our ears describing how we lived a remarkable life? or should we be just gone and alone? you never know..