But it really isn't. Not completely.
There are times when I am suddenly inexplicably mad, with anger welling up and pushing out my ears. I don't know why. I'm sorry.
I don't feel grateful for things you do when you rub it in my face.
Similarly, when you roll your eyes right before you do me a favor, it's not a favor anymore.
I know that my voice gets really annoying and high pitched when I'm irritated. It bothers me too.
Every now and then, I just need some space. It's not you. It's me.
Sometimes I just want to go to the bathroom by myself.
Or take a shower. You know, alone.
There are days when I just want to hold you close. And there are days when I wish you'd go away. I don't expect you to know the difference. At least not every time.
Also, yes, I do think you are a mind reader.
I've thought about it. So have you. That's the definition of normal - when everyone does/says/thinks the dumb thing.
I know I'm not always fun to be around.
Why can't you just pick that up?
No, I don't know why I can't either.
There might be a loud noise upon decompression.
I hope you love me anyways.