I just don't know how much longer I'm going to be able to pretend that everything is alright between you and me. You leave me, ditch me to go hang out with guys. You get high when you stay you'll stop - although we all know you only say that for attention. You complain about your weight, 104, and call yourself fat. If you're fat, then what am I? You say you don't eat. I've seen you. You'll go to...