We had a nice day. So I got really scared.
I'm scared because I think you love me only because you don't know everything.
I'm scared of it.
Because you haven't seen me like that, when I'm in the dark and I can't barely talk.
You haven't seen me when I can't breathe and I can't think of anything. You haven't seen me at my lowest, when I'm smaller and lonely and cold and when I don't deserve your love.
So I'm just the funny friend, the one you like.
What if you all really hate me? What will I do?
What happens when everyone starts to see me for what I really am? What if I'm a monster and you hate me?
I'll be alone.
I'll be just that kind girl who seems nice but she really isn't.
I'm sorry I go to these dark places. I'm sorry I don't know how to talk about it. I'm sorry I'm such a mess, such a bad friend.