do you?

Sitting here in the dark again, hating the fact that it has to be this way. Hating, but accepting. Taking it for what it is. Sometimes even with a smile on my face. That either makes me a good sport or remorseless individual. I can see either one being true. I got incredibly upset today. And though I did things to distract myself, the feeling is still there. I want to scream at you, but I can’t. I want to be happy at these last developments, but I can’t. Sometimes I feel like you don’t know me at all. Do you?