What is it? Did I say that? You know that wasn't me.
Oh? Truthfully. I know it was.
No, you're wrong. You know that I'm a different person in the morning.
That doesn't mean that you didn't do what you did and didn't say what you did.
I don't remember.
Yes, I understand that but that doesn't mean it didn't happen.
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How can we fix this? This morning persona?
What can I do to make it easier on me?
All these excuses and arguments, they only happen then.
When she's a 'different person' but the damage happens nonetheless.
It makes me wonder, if I pulled the same stunt, what would she say?
That I don't remember so it didn't happen.
Wonder fills my mind as I try to calm my nerves.
When we first lived together this wasn't an issue but it was me whose emotional state was a carnival ride.
Separation will do no good. There was a year of that.
Talking about it seems hopeless because of her denial and my own silence that washes over me when I want to speak when I need to be frank.
Solution... What is it that I need to do?
Then again, this is a two way street and one cannot a problem between two.
I suppose I'm stuck until I break.
Which makes me contemplate.
Will it be soon?
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My Sun,
I love my girlfriend. I do. The only time we argue is when she wakes up. Not only from an actual sleep of six hours to eight. She does this when she wakes up from a nap too. I'm trying to help her take care of herself but I suppose I can only do so much for her when she needs to be the one who does the work.
9.8.19
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Assurgent Construction
PuisiA poetry collection of an American Filipino. the following expresses his thoughts and emotions as he studies abroad. This is the second book in Culture Distortion.
