But, darling, no one is understanding this. My abilities are flowers and you're picking off all the petals before I even have time to grow more. My brain is a garden that I can only water when I'm alone, so please understand that I will wilt and dry out when exposed to too much social interaction for too long of a time. I need time to recuperate, to grow, to freshen up. Because a flower is no fun when it's wilted, and all the petals are gone.