Paranoia

Unfortunately, I am back where I started. I am trying my best to be just like her. I am jealous. How could I not be? You all talk about her in ways I wish you thought of me. I am trying, but I don't see how she and I are unalike. We look alike, speak alike, and act alike. She is more bubbly. I need to be bubbly? I need to be everything else, something else, anything else. Why don't you call? Why do you act so distant? You have time for other trivial matters, other women, but not for me. I trust no one. I am paranoid beyond belief. I am lurking and snooping and hurting. I am faking everything. All of his precious work is undone. This will be the death of me. Unfortunately, I am back where I started.