Do you know exactly how preoccupied and troubled I am? So much so, that I honestly did not hear my mother talking to me. It wasn't hearing trouble, but concentration. More than halfway through what she said, I jolted to reality and realized she was talking to me and had been for quite some time. I blinked and asked her what she had just said again. She restarted and I was even more confused while I was trying to listen to her. I couldn't make out what she was saying at all. So I nodded and mechanically spewed out a few neutral answers and retreated back within myself.
I am a little stunned that I am really that spaced out. That I couldn't even hear her, that I couldn't even understand what she was saying. And I can feel myself drifting out even now.
And that's that. I am loathe to say what is troubling me. I hardly admit it to myself. But... *shakes head and sighs* I think I just need some time alone.
But I don't want anyone to worry either. I'm fine. I'm fine. Hush hush. Don't worry about me. Nothing's wrong. Nothing's wrong...