He asks: Babe, what's wrong?
I lie: Nothing, I'm
fine.
He knows, but lets me go
anyway.
I cry. Why can't I just open up
for once in my god damn life? Why can't I just say that I'm
not okay, I need help. I don't eat, I don't sleep, I
can't focus, I'm scared. I finally feel like I've found
a place I belong and it's all going to change again. I'm
not ready to grow up yet. I'm not ready to say goodbye. I'm
not ready.