Grey

Another day, another argument, another struggle, another disappointment, another miserable grey rain. Somehow it seems the more I try to pick myself up the more I fall apart. The more I hold on to some things, the more they squirm out of my grasp. I would give up, and yesterday I nearly did give up on us. We worked out through it, but today I had the feeling I needed to feel like I did yesterday again. Why you treat me like scum, I might never know. I just wish you would stop trying to impress your friends and pretending that you are too "cool" for me while you leave me behind to strut what you think you have. 

If you can't treat me the same way when we are alone and when we are in company, I guess I don't want you to treat me at all. It is always rather confusing to me the way things work in your head, and I can't seem to get through to you. It is always the same mistakes, and I refuse to get used to being miserable because of you. 

Thanks for another rainy grey day.