Too late to bake

am i wrong, to have this feeling? I Now know she is with others, regularly, a new one every time i hear from her at least. to know how she doesnt even respect herself.. how does she let herself get treated? im saddened to even fathom the idea, the city is so large, but every corner of town runs its own. and every place that has its own identity, card past 9:00. I am simply here, to stay home and write 6 page papers; "what film is a touchstone in your life". "How has it resonated in your imagination?... so high my time is non comprehensible, where did those 10 minutes go. What? and hour? two?