I don’t have much else to lose.

    I’m falling through

    If only I were falling through to you.

   You know instead of the cold, dirty floor?

   I probably should clean it…

   It shattered my core when you left.

   I mean, really, ouch.

   It’s hard to bear the smell, the stench.

   Of your stupid fucking Burberry Brit.

   Which actually did smell good.

   I mean, really, woah.

   But then you ran off.

   Jerk.