Concern makes me angry.
Concern makes me defensive.
Concern makes me pull away.

I am me. I am Loey. Loey needs no concern. She is the rock, the island, the place you visit that has consistent coastline weather. Loey is Loey, unchanging, unfazed. Loey needs no concern. You show concern and you get a faceful of volcano. The lava is blinding. Because is it general "You really don't need to meddle in my shit, stay the fuck out of it" or "Yeah, I'm about to have a spontaneous combustion in this lava" or "Everything is peachy, please stop worrying for no reason"? Hard to differentiate.

Concern repulses me.
Concern means "someone is detecting weakness."
Concern means "I feel sorry for you" and feeling sorry is not what I want.

But sometimes I get tired of being the rock.
Sometimes I get tired of the consistent coastline weather and a little of the inland storm might start to effect the edges, might move out toward the sea, toward the visiting ships.
Sometimes this island wants no visitors.
Sometimes this island wants to put a big sign in it's beach sands declaring "Dump your garbage somewhere else. Momma nature is pissed."
I am an island.
I visit no one.
I deal with my weather, waiting until it passes.
But don't come visiting with a clean up crew, with a prep crew, with a "let me help you." Because you know I have survived. I am an island and I have gotten through it.
I will not wash away.
I don't need the help.
I don't need the concern.
I am an island.