I don’t know how to tell you this but you suffocate me. I don’t know what’s broken between us if it’s you or if it’s me. I just know that I love you but I need space. I forward your calls multiple times a day. How could you possibly have so much to say? It might sound weird to you but I actually like being alone. Silence is comfortable for me, a nice change from the all noise I always had at home. If I don’t call it’s not because I don’t care, it’s just because I have nothing to say. So could you please quit trying to make me feel bad for being me? Because I can’t help but be this way, and if that makes me selfish, well then that’s okay. All I know is this, the more you pull me, the more I’ll push you away.