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I'm in New York for work now. And it's just wrong. Everything is wrong. I didn't want to come here, I wanted to stay home. With him.
Things are just a mess, I guess you can say. Some people don't know how to mind their own business and decided that telling him lies would be a fun thing to do.
I just don't understand. Why he'd believe her over me. None of it makes sense. And I can't keep thinking about it because it's all I thought of all day and I have a headache from it.
I want to be home. I don't want to be here, alone, while he's there and she's talking shit in his ear. I want to be there with him. It's where I belong.
But I'm here through Sunday. He said he'd call. I just hope he does.
Things are just a mess, I guess you can say. Some people don't know how to mind their own business and decided that telling him lies would be a fun thing to do.
I just don't understand. Why he'd believe her over me. None of it makes sense. And I can't keep thinking about it because it's all I thought of all day and I have a headache from it.
I want to be home. I don't want to be here, alone, while he's there and she's talking shit in his ear. I want to be there with him. It's where I belong.
But I'm here through Sunday. He said he'd call. I just hope he does.