I am human.

At least, that’s what I want to be. I don’t want to be a worry maniac, and I don’t want to lose what I have. Not this way. Not like that.

I know you didn’t mean it, none of you did. But it doesn’t help knowing that it’s killing me and I will never tell.

You will never know, and it’s killing me to hold on.

How did things resort to this? I don’t want to know. Please.

Let me hold on a little while more.

I will kill myself.

I want to smile it away but it fucking hurts.