Please don't think that I'm pushing you away. I'm just drifting. It's not just you, it's everyone. I just feel as time goes on and on I'm fading more and more. I'm just different now. I'm colder. I'm just done with the fake smiles and small talk. It's starting to feel like a chore talking to people that I have nothing in common with. I'm not sure why I'm like this now. Maybe growing older has done me no good. I don't feel alive, I'm just living. I hope the future visits sooner than expected, because I'm stuck in this prison called the present and I need a bail out.