she thinks im the one who doesn't understand.
she thinks im the one who is being selfish.
she thinks im the one who is being unreasonable.

she thinks.

frankly speaking, when you see the conversation we had, tell me whether im the selfish one or not. she said not to quarrel. yet in the end, she was the one who couldn't hold her temper down. she wanted to talk about us. yeah, us ended the day she decided on her own to go away. and yet, she refuses to see the root of the problem and concentrate on the now. why not tackle the root rather than the leaves, i asked myself. i don't understand either.

who is she? i don't know her anymore.




she thinks.