I hate the person you’ve turned me into. Anxious, constantly checking my messages, waiting for a notification, wondering why you haven’t replied. I used to be so different. I trusted you. I felt safe enough to let you close, and then you disappeared. Somewhere along the way, I lost myself. My peace, my interests, the things that once mattered to me - all replaced by the desperate need for even a second of your attention. I never wanted to become someone who measures their worth by another person’s willingness to respond.