confusion

I'm sick of it. This confusion. Is this okay? Are we alright?

I thought we were friends. Its ringing in my ears, all the way from Stepford. I feel like opening and closing the cupboards and dumping coffee all over the floor, because I feel like I have no one here in Cleveland except my family. My roommates are great, but my mind isn't here half the time. I miss him, I miss her, I miss life.