Every so often, I get this need to be alone. 

Just alone.

I don't want to talk to anyone about things, I don't want to write about things.  I don't want to discuss or analyze any of the things I'm feeling, I just want to hold them close to me until I've come to terms with them.  Then, and only then, will I talk to anyone about them - and even then I may choose to keep schtumph. 

I don't know why I get like this. I do know that it's a way to separate true friends from not-so-true friends.  True friends understand that I need space and that I might not want to talk about things.  Not-so-true friends will poke and prod and try to a) jolly me along with silly little witticisms that make lite of what I'm going through and, when they fail they will tell me that bottling it all up doesn't do anyeone anygood.

I'm not bottling anything, I'm just working through shit. At my own speed. At my own pace.  In my own time. 

When I'm ready to talk, I will.  When I'm not ready to talk, I won't.

It's that easy.

*sigh* I just wish that people could understand it.