I don't want to be this girl. Waiting by the phone,  feeling like I'm forcing somebody to be here who doesn't want to be. I take all the hints and I turn them into assumptions.

What do I do? In this space? I am taking it all personally. Will I sit with this or find a body to drown in? I don't want to. And I don't want to feel like this. So food? I don't want that either. Suicide. Yes. That's what I want. It is a dangerous place to be in. Fuck.