In the heat in Deadline to Detox

Right slap dab in the middle of the fight. The fight for my life, sanity and future. Who will I be? Will I like her better than this piece of useless crap I’ve turned into?
I go back over all the words I am told all the time. Dramatic, manupulative, lazy, ugly he’s not in love with me. What are you doing?? Pill popper. I can’t say it the way he does, and when he does it leaves a sting or sucks the breath out of me.
I tried, I tried so fucking hard to be what he wanted, obviously not hard enough, or I wouldn’t be sitting in a truck, by myself waiting till the rough part is over, and I can just go to sleep.
This one is different, I can tell. This round is all about how much damage the words can do. He’s excited to leave me, excited to live. Damn. That’s what I’ve been wanting to do for awhile, live. Just live.
I don’t want to go home, I don’t want to be sitting in the parking lot. I want it to be a different night, wish I had the remote like Adam in Click. I wouldn’t fast forward too far, just past this argument. At least that way, I wouldn’t hear the words that leave scars.
He doesn’t get it, again, I’m just trying to start drama. That’s not it I swear. I just want to be talked to like everyone else does, not mean. You meed me to do something? Ok, then just ask. I don’t need to hear everything I dont do. Mad at me? Ok, I don’t need to hear I’m ugly and don’t do anything.
Fuck, this time is so different but so much the same. I think this is the last time, for both of us.