I'd like to sneak away from myself, maybe as I nap. I could feed myself a big dinner perhaps, lull myself into a food coma, and then tiptoe away through the back door which I'd cleverly left very slightly ajar beforehand so as to ensure a silent exit. What a fool, I should know never to let my guard down around someone like me, of all people. Anyone could tell me that I'm the sort of person who can't be trusted to stick around, and who would be so cowardly as to slink away in such a fashion. I'd still miss me, though. I'd resent me but I'd still miss me, that's the sick part. People say don't waste your best feelings on people who aren't worth it, but who really has a choice in such matters? Mixed feelings are a sine qua non of any love relationship.