i'm telling myself, "he doesn't want to talk." i'm telling myself, "he's feeling put off." i'm telling myself, "you're being suffocating." i'm telling myself, "he regrets we started dating." i'm telling myself, "he wants you to take blame." i'm telling myself, "don't start with this game..."
of self-sabotage that you use to isolate because it's easier and because you're afraid. of "what will happen?" if none of this works out and you don't feel capable or like you'll stick around. when things get tough and you have to speak up explaining all the ways your body turns itself off. it's learned to survive through things that have hurt it and it's gone neglected because its owner's felt undeserving.
you asked if i felt this is moving too fast and now it's made me nervous that you think it has.