Apenas partilhando de um sentimento alheio para comigo mesma. Não achei a fonte desse texto, mas as palavras já explicam bastante do que eu quero dizer (ou mesmo senti)...
"You can’t handle me anymore. Because i always let you down, in a way, or another. I can see your pity for me, and i thank you for that. Thank you for at least pretend that you still care about me. Even knowing that it’s such an ilusion, we’re better off if i keep pretending to myself that you truly care, that somehow you love me."