I want to know why you suddenly stopped caring for me. Why you stopped calling me several times a day. Why you haven’t said anything about missing me or wanting to see me again. Why you stopped hinting at wanting a relationship. Why you suddenly took your affection away. Are you giving it to somebody else, Nick? Somebody who lives right where you do and it’s all a matter of convenience to you, even though I can care for you and love you like nobody ever has?
That’s all I want. Somebody to love me in ways that I can never love myself. The little pink pills have been working their ugly magic. I’m now at 133.8 lb, and I still feel huge. Maybe when I am hollow, and clean on the inside and lighter than air and rail-thin, maybe THEN somebody will love me.