I wrote this as a sort of explanation to one of my friends. So sorry, that I couldn't apologise any other way. For everyone else, please enjoy, and I'm really amazed that I used Sasuke, considering how much I hate him. r&r

It's not that I don't care, it really isn't. It's just that I'm not comfortable being around loud, emotional people.

But you already knew that. Or, at least, you should by now, you've known me so long.

I mean, it's okay that you enjoy talking, and being outgoing and in people's faces is just in your nature. It's in your blood. It's who you are.

It's just not me.

If I had it my way, I would live away from people, never having to be reminded of such trivial things as what I wear, or how I look.

Not that I bother with that anyway.

You enjoy talking, attempting to spread your joy or sorrow to the people around you, seeing their reactions to your life's events. It makes you happy.

And, don't get me wrong, I'm happy that you have a good life, and that things are going well for you, but I just don't express my joy as loudly or as clearly as you do.

Just who I am. Not my fault, really.

And if I try to change that, I'll stop being who I am. But it's not your fault for wanting me to change. I mean, I'm not very enthusiastic about stuff like shopping, or relationships, or the types of things you like to talk about.

Heck, if I was you, I'd probably try to change myself as well.

And I'm sorry, if I come across as uninterested, or like I have something else on my mind, or that I'd rather be anywhere but here, because I wouldn't.

Just because I don't enjoy talking and come off as stoic, doesn't mean that I hate everything.

I love lots of things. Writing, for one, although you might've guessed that, and daydreaming. Allowing random images and incoherent thoughts to just float through my mind, or forming whole stories or universes from nothing. Plot-lines for my next writing piece. Music is another thing I love. Again, it helps me write, but it also helps me daydream, focus and even plan out moves for a bout of sparring.

I love many things, I don't hate many. And I'm sorry if what I said came off as callous and angry. It was late when I said those things, and I was tired, not thinking straight.

So I'm sorry. Just sorry.