I'm standing in front of my vanity mirror. I look at myself. I've curled my hair already, but I haven't changed into my dress yet. My phone dings, I pick it up and see the message from Josh.

Josh: I'll be there to pick you up at six.

Me: Sorry, Josh, I don't feel well today. I think we should postpone.

Josh: I was going to wait to do this, but I think it'll only get harder the longer I wait. I'm breaking up with you.

Me: What did I do wrong?

He doesn't answer.

I've tried over and over to make myself appear perfect in his eyes, but he doesn't like the perfect girl I try to be. He likes the glimpses of the imperfect and unique girl he saw when I let my guard down. He likes who I truly am.

After waiting fifteen minutes for an answer I'm not going to get, I call him. He picks up on the first ring.

"Ella, I'm sorry-" I cut him off and explain every single detail of my twisted, delusional, and manipulative power. Though I doubt he believed me or any word I said, he agreed to give me one more chance and I intend to be me.  I plan to get rid of these powers and let the real me date Josh.