Misunderstood

Yes. Anxiety makes me a horrible friend. Anxiety gives me this magical ability of paying attention to detail.  I can tell when you dont care, i can tell when your not being real. im paying attention. while im telling you something about myself im trying to get you to understand how i am and why i am the way i am. i want you to get me. but  i can see your eyes and breathing change. you cant be bothered by it. After i went all out for you on your birthday and the vibes for mine were so weird. I choose to back away from this friendship. I cant pretend like you.