I'm lonely.

It's not a lack of people.

It's not a lack of kindness.

Could be worse.

That's not very comforting though.

What's the saying? "Is there anything quite so bad as something that's not so bad?"

I'm butchering that. It's from an old movie. I don't know.

I feel like I'm always putting everything I have on the table, and then I'm told "now describe that to people as if it's actually more than it is."

I don't want to.

I don't want to impress you.

I'm not even sure I like you.

If there's one thing I really hate, it's having to try and impress people who don't, in any way, impress me.

I'm tired of trying to sell you a paper version of myself.

I don't need the money.

I don't need the credit.

I need time.

That's the only currency that truly matters to me.

Time.

That's the ultimate enemy, right?

Time.

Time conquers every opponent.

We all fall to time eventually.

So I tell you what.

I won't steal yours.

And you can stop stealing mine.