There's this... vibe between us and I feel it; sometimes I can't even look at you and then I realize you feel it too. And I feel trapped with this person, this life and this body and I want you to feel comfortable with me and to really, really want me and for you to be able to sex me up.
Instead, you told me to go re-invent myself and to go back with you when I'm done finding my way in life:
being skinnier, richer, smarter and being fucked.
But then you get mad and you don't even want me with anybody else and you dont want me with you.
I guess you want me dead.