Sometimes I really hate living in my own head. Or maybe it's my heart, I'm not too sure. Either way, one of them is a jealous, pitiable fuck. x + 2 = 4, solve for x. If time is really going in a loop, is this the day of the patio or the garage? Does it matter? Both were disgusting frames of mind. I know, go cryptic boy, right?
Anyway, it's none of my damned business, regardless of my feelings on the subject. Jealousy is quite possibly my least favorite emotion. It makes me hate myself, especially when I have no right to be jealous.
The fact that you should not lie to loved ones trumps this.
The fact that I'm more worried about her than anything else trumps all that.
Stay good, Brian. Stay good. I know, I know. It's difficult.