"He wanted me to be Jenny."

He wanted me to be Jenny. I sure as hell tried to be. Bulimic, tried it. Anorexic, tried it. Tanning, tried it. Fake nails, tried it. I was never Jenny enough. Always told me I was "too slutty" so he had the right to control my every move. Apparently dating a virgin wasn't the best idea for a non-Christian, different morals about sex, fun-loving, non-Jenny. So I just tried to forget about all of that. Even lied to his dad and said I was a Christian. Is this Jenny enough for the Jenny club?

"Can't you just try to look good for me sometimes?" Said it at the fucking peak of my Jenny-ness. But happy go lucky wanna-be-Jenny over here answered, "Oh babe, I'm sorry, yes of course!" And the Jenny-ness continued. What a stupid bitch that Jenny was. Too bad nobody else liked her. Too bad she was stuck with the one fucking Psycho in the world who actually wanted her to become Jenny. The more Jenny she was, the more she deserved to be with the fucker.

Too bad for him my long lost Friends helped me realize I could never be Jenny, and didn't want to be. Especially for his Dumb ass. Everyone missed ME. They FUCKING HATED Jenny. The dumb bitch.

The stupid piece of shit actually cried when I was getting out of the car. I just looked at him and said "You're not sad, you never even liked the real me."
When he drove away I swear I saw Jenny in the back seat banging on the window mouthing the words "Help me." Guess even Jenny wasn't Jenny enough.