I’m not…

I’m not waiting for you anymore—it’s nothing personal.

I’ve never done this before—I’m not happy about it.

I’m not on the verge of discovery—I’m not looking for anything.

I’m not telling you—it’s a secret.

I’m not real—I’m a figment of your imagination.

I’m not coming up with anything original—it’s all been written before.

I’m not concentrating—there are too many people talking.

I’m not doing anything useful with my time—I’m writing a poem.

I’m not going to let go—it’s the last one.

I’m not alone—you’re here with me.

I’m not going to say this again—I’m not.