You say you'll never love me or be with me again. But I can't help hoping you'll change your mind. I feel we're meant to be.

I wish my boss would die, my life would be easier. His family would take the business over I'd work it without abuse. It's a win win, even they wish he'd die.

I have this fantasy that I'll read about someone trying to find me on Craigslist through the missed connections, that would be so romantic.

I try to act like being dis-owned by my family is o.k., like I have it together, but I secretly want to kill you all. I didn't do anything wrong.

COWARD'S way out