then again, it hardly ever is.
it’s hardly fair for you to give me the half-silent treatment and left me wondering all night what i had done now. it’s hardly fair when i asked you what’s wrong, you answered nothing was wrong yet you didnt talk to me nor touch me throughout the night. it’s hardly fair that i stayed awake, going through the events and conversation of the day trying to figured out which of those might have triggered this tension of contempt emanating from every pore of your skin. it’s hardly fair when this morning you finally pulled me in for a hug and i asked if you were upset at me last night, you said yes you were. and it most certainly is not fair when i asked you what was it you were upset about, you said you didnt want to talk about it anymore.
so i was sad and listless all night last night for a reason i shall never know. it’s hardly fair now, is it?
