I'm staying up all night tonight. Again. Secretely waiting.
I'm a good girl. I've cleaned half the place, left food for you on the table. I worked those lines into my brain so I won't be bad at school. I've been a good girl. I rejected the thought of listening to music too loud. Because then, I might not hear you. When you come. When do you come?
Sometimes I think I'm too good. Better than you. Sometimes I think I'm too bad. Worse than you.