Saturday, 2 August 2008
I need some space. I need to be alone. I just need to breathe, with noone needing a piece of me. Why can't you let me alone? Why won't you just understand that I need you to leave me alone. Why don't you understand I have nothing to give you right now? There's nothing left.
And Joel. When I beg you not to pick up the phone, because I know it will be yet another person needing my time right now ,when I'm begging, please, please, please listen to me. Please don't pick it up. Or just lie for me. Tell them I'm not there. Today almost tipped me over the edge.
Just give me some space. Let me have a moment alone. I feel like everyone's in my face and attacking me. I know they're not. I know this is my perception, and that it is terribly skewed right not. But it doesn't make it any less real. I honestly, honestly feel like I'm under attack. I want to cower and shield myself, from all of you.
*You guys, my readers. I don't mean you. I'm not just saying that. I need you so much right now, I don't know how to tell you. Help me. Please. Please tell me that I'm going to get better.