I said the story was dope. Beautiful. Amazing!
Even when I didn't understand it and clearly did not think so.
You had said the same things, so...

I wore
Clothes I thought would make you smile at me,
and hairstyles
So tight my scalp almost abandoned my skull.

I had to look pretty for you.

I tweaked my diet to compliment yours,
And sold Rambo, my pet, because you thought he barked like a rat.

I took
Decisions, and went places that nauseated me.
You had to be pleased in every way.

My friends were the last to leave…

Now that you are gone too,
What am I supposed to do?