He opens up the door and finds her staring at him, furious.
"You're looking at me funny. Did I do something wrong?"
She doesn't answer him.
She continues to feel jealous and ticked off as he goes to sit next to her on the bed.

Although she had this urge to yell at him for something that wasn't his fault, she quickly moved over to his side for an aggressive hug.
She held him for 2 minutes and neither of them said a word.
All that she could say at this point was "Sorry."

The aggravation and consistency of jumping to conclusions eats away at all she ever thinks about.

'This needs to STOP. I shouldn't think so negatively and assume the worst of every situation.  I shouldn't make myself
believe all the lies I tell. I do not want to be that person
who judges everyone based on their actions.
If I don't know all the details of a situation, I should not make all of these conclusions.

What is a hypothesis without it's evidence?
Where is the logic in all of this? I have wronged someone I care about. This way of thinking is not acceptable.
Why must my brain work the way it does?
Where is the knowledge needed from those situations
you always think about so negatively?

We all have to believe something harmless will come out of
a situation we overanalyze. We must do less thinking on the ones that aren't as Idiotic as the Orange Orangutan we call a President. Let's focus on the real issues of the world, instead of just
harmless, meaningless actions from our friends,
family, and acquaintances.'

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