Instructions to a self-defence mechanism of a psychopath

Every time I feel in my mind
that you again make my thoughts intertwined
I focus on three different things
.....
Morning: tea, yellow trousers and braids
instead of the time we played charades.
But then you liked my instagram photo.
Piss off, social media!
Afternoon: dogs, sun and new camera lens
instead of the time you made no sense.
You never really did, to be honest.
Fuck, I don’t get it!
Evening: cleaning, tomorrow and beer
instead of the time you told me your fear.
That no one likes you.
Damn, that’s relatable.
.....
Then you come to my dreams.
Shit.