I feel drained.
If I knew the right words, I’d explain.
What am I saying… no I wouldn’t. I don’t want everyone knowing everything that’s going on inside my head, and in my life. In fact, right now, I don’t really want to talk about it with nearly anyone.
I’d say I’m sorry for being so distant, but that’s how I am right now, and I see no reason to be sorry for being myself.
So I’m not sorry, and I won’t explain.