just let me be

Continuous pestering, daily.  Sometimes I think, maybe, just maybe for one day I'll be left alone.  But sadly, no.  These one word actions that are so violently being placed upon my eyes, awaiting me to read them as the screen notifies me that my message(s) awaits.  Then to think I'll be okay after the day is done, again, no.  Every other day, in the actual flesh.

mutters silently, *darn* beneath my breath

or, think it in my head.

releasing a small, not noticeable sigh of depression, I pretend as if nothing is wrong because I know it will just drive you psycho.  

The fact that you are unstable used to worry me, but now, I find it a problem. It's one of those situations where I put up with it because I am too nice; just too nice.

Sometimes, being nice = a weakness.