Give Up

I wish you'd stop texting me. I'm fully aware that you haven't heard from me in ages, I'm doing it on purpose. But I'm also doing it because I don't know what to say to you. You ask how I am, what am I supposed to say? Oh yeah, actually I'm not brilliant, okay, if I'm honest I'm not good at all, I'm fighting to the nail to cling onto the planet. Yeah? Shall I reply with that? Because that's how I feel. And in all honesty I don't actually want to talk to you. And whatever I say will strike up a conversation, and I don't want that. You'll ask what's wrong, and I won't know what to say even more, so it's pointless. So I'm ignoring you. And please don't text me again. I wonder how long it will take you to give up. Give up. Give up. Give up.