Two peas in a pod

I can feel myself slipping, it's all this sunshine messing with my brain. There's so much dopamine that it's malfunctioning. I'm a little unstable. If you could just not read my face for a few weeks, that'd be great. I'm currently an unreliable narrator, trying to stay normal and grounded is like fighting against the current, but I'm trying! Swear, I'm trying. If I'm more distant, it's out of care, not rejection. The way you make my heart flutter reminds me that I'm awake and not walking in a nightmare, so maybe I won't be too distant... Just enough. You've experienced so many of my seasons, I wonder if you've seen a pattern yet. Moreso, I wonder if you've figured out how to not take it personally. I hope you care, even if you won't admit it aloud. You've indirectly said I'm avoidant, but your knee-jerk reaction is to deny and gaslight. Two peas in a pod. À bientôt.