but she’s not Paul. I want Paul. I crave the way he gives me orders and uses me to feel good. He makes the constant buzzing in my head stop. He deserves better than me. I’m a mess, annoying, need reassurance all the damn time, moody, and loud. He’s not even here, and I miss him. How lame is that? I live with him but having him gone for an hour is too much?
