The more people worry about me, question my frowns, ring my phone every single minute, the more reserved and annoyed I become.

I am deeply sorry for this natural trait of mine, but it can’t be helped. No, I don’t beg for recognition, nor am I keen on getting people to keep tabs on my feelings. I’m just asking everyone to give me some space to ponder.

I know I sound like a nuisance of a woman by saying this, and at one point it might sound ungrateful, but if there is anything that has always been my one true consolation, then to be in a self-imposed exile would be it.