It’s hard to explain to someone, anyone, especially the someone-anyone that you love, that you are being suffocated by their presence. It doesn’t mean you love them less, just that you need to be alone. Completely alone. It’s turning the TV up really loud at 2 a.m. or eating pizza at 3 in the morning. Or taking up the whole bed. Or just driving somewhere and not having to be accountable to anyone. Hard to explain, I suppose.
soul. speak. 