I'm not mad.
I am just...
worried, that's all.
I'm worried.
I think it's normal
to be worried
but I--
don't like this at all.
You're making me
feel
as if
I had done something wrong
and
I had made you upset.
I don't like it.
It's disgusting.
I tried approaching you,
but there you go again,
closing your doors at me.
Please,
let me say something.

You can also lean on me.