Escape

Help me escape. I don't want to be me anymore. Since that's not a possibility, I want to be reminded that 'me' is not such an awful person. You could do that for me, and I could do the same for you. Let's do it! Let's hold open the exit doors and sweep through them - forget all the things, both good and bad, we'll leave behind.

No? Oh, okay. I guess I got ahead of myself. (Yet again.) After all, you barely know me and I hardly know you. From what you've seen, 'me' really is an awful person. Besides, you're content in your life and have no need of that exit door. You probably don't see a reason why the lot of them should not be filled through with cement. I don't know why I thought you'd help me escape. (What was I thinking?)