Sometimes I wonder if her “friends” really even cared about her enough to help her through her hard times. I feel like a lot of people she knew found her to be a nuisance and didn’t have the patience for her. 

I feel the same as you. I always think about how I would befriend Marilyn if I had lived in her time. I feel like we would have a best friend, sister, mother/daughter relationship all rolled into one. With a relationship like that, I feel as though I could’ve helped her. When I think about it sometimes I tear up because I wish she had someone like me to have been there for her.