You don't want to lose me, and I'm losing myself.

Don't know what to trust, what to do. You change every which way - I never know if what you're saying is true or 'you're fine' cause you wish to protect me from something. I resent needing protection - can't handle anything - can't tangle this out. The only thing I know clearly is needing a break to do the important stuff. Everything'll get easier after that.

I'm losing myself. Am I strong? addicted? wanting truth? demanding? being childish and immature? asking too much, asking too little? Don't know, and rather can't afford to care.

I'm busy.