Do you want me to fucking explode on you? Do you want me to vomit all my emotions up and project it all over you? 

Do you want me to tell you what’s on my fucking mind. No. 

You don’t. So when I tell you to fuck off and that I need space. I don’t want to hear shit. I’m doing you all a fucking favour. Keeping you away from me. I am volatile to myself and others. When I tell you I need space I expect a sigh of relief. I’m not punishing others today for my pain. So leave me the fuck alone.  At least I’m semi self -aware