What is Marnie thinking of? Probably dissolving into a flesh puddle and draining away between the floorboards, seeing as how her soon-to-be-ex Charlie composed a song based on her roommate's journal rants. It's awful enough finding out yours is a "kind of smothering love" by secret diary, but then to be such a diva you'd compose a tune and sing it to your girlfriend in a rage? Our bodies are wracked with wave upon wave of cringes.