"I don’t owe anyone explanations, least of all you. I’ve been carrying everything on my own for too long, and now? Now I’m just... done. I don’t want your sympathy, your patience, your care. It doesn’t matter. None of it does." "You think you can fix me? You think you can just smile and kiss it all away? You’re naive if you believe that. I’ve been trying to make sense of this mess for weeks, but it’s like everything’s slipping away, and the more you try to help, the more I feel suffocated."