I ask you.

And you look at me as if i was stupid. How was I supposed to know, just because there was a period of time she had to do with you, am i supposed to know? You assume that I know alot of things, but I dont actually. You knew that I knew you were mad at me, therefore you still dont talk to be. To stubborn people dont get along very well. Its like to pieces of puzzle from different pictures. It fits, but not perfectly. I couldnt be the better person.