Not interested

She dropped the voicemail, but I’m not interested in what it was about. I just deleted it and that’s it.

I’ve always had the habit of pondering “someone’s thoughts,” rereading what was written. Reading into the lines and living them, putting my own meanings into them. But she’s on the other side of the world. She’s not interested in war, and, as I said before, in that case she’s not interested in me either. I choose myself. This time, in this case, I choose myself and my comfort zone. Now it consists in the fact that, having cut off communication, I don’t want to hear her thoughts or points of view.

I’m narrowing down the circle of my people. Not friends, but simply those who are accessible to me. After the August-September experience, I don’t want to let anyone close to me or into my life. I’m comfortable just like that now. Living in myself and for myself.