To be honest, sometimes when you ask me “how are you today”, i just want to say “terrible, i’m feeling terrible - i think i’m falling apart and i don’t know what to do”, but then all i can say is “i’m good, just a bit tired”. I want to open up to you, but i’m afraid you’ll hate what you’ll see, because i hate what i am; because i know if i did, i’d scare you away, because who can love a sad person.
