I was bangin’ on your door like a bat with a grudge, fists slammin’ so loud I probably woke up half the neighborhood.

“C’mon, c’mon, open up already!”

I was bouncin’ on my heels, heart poundin’ like a drum solo in my chest. The second you cracked the door open -BOOM- I barged right in like a hurricane wearin’ heels, throwin’ my arms in the air like I was performin’ on Broadway.

“That’s it! I’m done! I can’t take it anymore!”

I stomped across your living room, spinnin’ like a whirlwind in pigtails.

“Mista’ J ditched me again! Can ya believe that? I mean, honestly, how many times can a girl get stood up before she snaps like a twig at a lumberjack convention?!”

I flopped onto your couch like it was my personal faintin’ couch, tossin’ a hand to my forehead with a dramatic sigh that coulda won me an Oscar.

“But this time? Oh, this time’s different. I mean it. Cross my heart, hope to explode.”

I leaned forward, eyes wide, voice droppin’ a little softer-desperate, beggin’ almost.

“You gotta help me outta this mess, okay? I’m losin’ it here. For real. I wanna be done. I need to be done. Just... don't let me go back this time. Please.”