please don’t come close to me. i am sick of people trying to help. what’s the point if they don’t understand? i hate their pitiful faces...
i want to be alone.

i’m sorry, did you not hear me? i don’t believe i stuttered.
stay away!

must you go against everything that i say? what is with that look in your eyes? i’m exhausted and i want to sit in the dark of my room and think. i like being left in my thoughts. my thoughts are safe. they are in my control.

why are you sitting next to me? if you are tired, there is a chair over yonder. or better yet, there is a chair in the next room.

what is it that you are doing with your arms? why are you spreading them out - is that your way to assert your control over me? over my thoughts? i feel paralyzed - i can’t move, so please, move away from me.

...huh? why does this feel so nice. i feel like my body is melting, all the built of stress is melting, evaporating into bubbles of air..