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If you don't want to talk, you can just tell me. If you think I'm being a bother, just tell me. I don't want to go pushing myself to you when you hardly need it at the moment. You can blame me for being insensitive, I'm alright with that... After all, I am being one.

What can I do? You never talk, you don't share what you go through, what you experience, why you're feeling that way--no, nothing. I want to be there for you at least have my presence felt even though I'm some distance from you, but if you don't let me in, what use do I have?

Sometimes I just feel like crying my eyes dry just to release all the stress and negative thoughts in my head. After all, who else should I talk to the stuff in my head when no one understands them, or not one soul knows what I'm going through? No one bothers to listen? If I spend too much time thinking about it, I'll drown, but there's no other way to  divert the attention; it follows me wherever I go.

I can only cry. Then again, this must be the selfish me talking.


(Listening to Goodnight, Goodnight while writing this isn't helping at all.)