"what am i doing?"

i would feel as though you know.

but then you don't.

and when the quiet overcomes the room you would lie down on the bed.
and my dissatisfaction would grow to anger.

i don't want to keep telling you why i am shaken.
i want you to observe.
i want you to know.

you of all people should be better than that.
why do i need to be the one that keeps going through these emotions over and over again?

what am i doing?
we have less than a month left and there you are.

i don't feel like you are trying;
i hate it when you are using the computer.
and when i am upset all you do is use the fucking computer.