call me out

It's probably really silly, but it really hurt to read that.

And it has nothing to do with me or my feelings and everything to do with yours---that I made you feel bad or question things. Or question me.

I woke up this morning still thinking about south ave. with traces of residual 'guilt' or whatever from my charming displays of assery. But really, I dont think it's totally about guilt, which obviously stems from feeling bad because I made you feel bad. Nor do I think it has everything to do with this specific instance.

...there's something else.

I have an idea of what it is. I just cant frame it right. Or with the right words. With grace.
I'll come back to this when I can put it into something that doesn't make me sound like a baffoon. Or when I feel like I won't shrink down and die from embarrassment. (the good kind) Or something.

I honestly don't know what to say. Im still getting stuck. But, for now:

• No dissatisfaction here, thanks!

• you're not boring you idiot. If I'm not physically spending time w/ you I'm spending my time thinking about you.
  

• (you know this already but) You don't need to be anybody's shrink. Especially mine. Though I love/appreciate that I can talk to you about things.

I think that's it for now?