You scandalous, lil bitch! Why would you turn on me? Torture meeeee? Some call it heartbreak but it's all guttural. Twisting and turning, heaving and jerking. Allowing for no sleep, allowing for no food. I don't understand your betrayal. Your butterflies got me into this mess and now, this how you do me?
I don't even feel confident following my gut instinct because of you.
I'm so sick.
*These are actual notes from a conversation I had about how "narc-y" your stomach is when you need it the most.