I don't want to talk about me

I don't want to tell you how I feel.
I dont want to tell you how much I miss him.
I don't want to tell you why I cry sometimes, alone in the dark (and it is not a cliche sentence, I really do)
I don't want to tell you that I met pure evil about a week ago.
I don't want to tell you that the only thing I want now, is flying away from here, and reach his arms.

I won't tell you anything about that.

Unless you ask me to.