I don’t understand why she’s like this when she’s drunk.

I can’t comprehend where she’s coming from.

I don’t understand why she feels the need to make me feel so **** uneasy.

I can’t comprehend what viewpoint she’s seeing from.

I don’t understand where she hates me at times, sometimes it be easier if I just died.

I can’t comprehend why this makes me so mad.

I don’t understand, I don’t understand.

k.g.