Some times, I really hate you. Not just hate. Is super hate! I don’t know what the hell you are thinking. I am always the one guessing what you are thinking. Do you know this is really very tiring for me? I will never know what you are thinking. Never! I asked you, you said nothing. The next minute you shouted at me. Then, the next minute, you treated me so good. I am really confused. What you really want, I also don’t know. We can be laughing at this minute, but the next minute we can be quarreling.