Today has been very worrying. I’ve been trying to get you to talk about what’s troubling you but have only been getting one sentence or one word answers. I hate when you put this wall up, especially when you’re away from me. It always happens on that god damn ship. I’m sick of that ship.
But what I’m meaning to tell you is that I miss you, and I care about you, and when you hurt I hurt, and when you don’t tell me what’s bothering you my heart breaks.
I am just too damn sympathetic, and I wonder why I have to care so god damn much.