Same Number, Who This?

I'm drafting a text message in my head,

That I should have sent 10 days ago,

But, I keep adding and removing,

Yet never completing,

The text in the head,

Before I actually type it out,

On my phone and hit send.

I've missed too many calls today,

That I should have taken,

But, I just don't know,

What to say,

After I pick up,

And hear them asking,

Where have I been,

When I feel so lost.

In between drafting the text,

And ignoring the calls,

I live in a bubble,

Of my thoughts,

That no longer seem mine,

For I don't recognise myself like this.

Same number,

Who this?