11:46pm: Reoccurring Silent Storm

I'm frustrated. I'm frustrated at life. At reality. At change. I cried last night. As my personal rain quietly fell, I just laid in bed. Careful not to disturb my roommate. Careful to leave my thoughts in my head. Careful not to dial your number and express myself. I just wish you did not change so much. It was me and you. Against the world. Then you changed. We're still thick as thieves, but lately I find myself not liking you. Not you, per se. But the things you do. Hell, the things you make me do. I find myself smoking to calm my aggression. Why? Why do I put myself through this? Is this a typical feeling or is it just me?

As my silent storm lessens to a slight drizzle, I block out those questions Because this is not the first time Nor will it be my last...