When I say I don’t want to talk, don’t fucking say you want me to talk. If I’m hurting, let me fucking hurt. Don’t force me.
Why are you so damn forceful? WHY do you have to rip it out of me? And yes I say rip because you’re not considerate enough to understand I AM FUCKING SENSITIVE. LET ME BE.
Why do you have to force me to talk? No one else does. Him, in the past, always let me tell him. He helped me let it all out, but you–you are a completely different story. You need to pry it out of my like ripping open the jaws of an alligator that swallowed your cellphone.
Stop. Just stop. When I want to talk I will let you know. For now, just leave me alone.