I'm Your Little Madwoman

I'm a lunatic, but they say I'm a genius. No one understands what it feels like for someone like me to find a kindred spirit in this vast sea of people. It's like a drowning person grabbing hold of a lifeline. I gave in to him in everything, rushing toward him like a moth to a flame, but he always treated me like dirt and avoided me like a pest. Four years ago, he accidentally hurt someone. By a twist of fate, I took the blame for him, but he left me in a psychiatric hospital for four whole years, never once visiting or even asking after me. By the time I got out, I learned that he already had a new girlfriend, a successful career, and a warm body in his arms. He wanted to be a normal person, so he left me, the lunatic, behind. To him, I was just a passerby, but he was the only lifeline I had in this world. I'll never forget him, and I'll never let him go. * Genius madman painter, bottom × Ice-cold PhD, top