Another night I sit outside my work attempting to time the sniffles and sobs of my crying when everyone is away. I begin to break down when I am alone, truly alone. I sit and cry while my girlfriend lays in bed with another man trying to get something out of him with something that is only beneficial to herself. The more I discuss my emotions the more it seems to push her away, but the more I keep it in, the more she doesn't pretend I exist. Some of these thoughts and feelings are just me, I have to assume right but why then does it not get better when I try to ignore these possibilities inside my head and continue onward yet the situations turn more and more as if I'm correct. Who is right and who is wrong and why do I sit here crying about my feelings begging her to tell me hers while she is having fun in the warmth with my friend.
