There's so much sadness in me. It's not always present, but I get intense glints of discontent here and there.
I hate that I feel like I need saving: that my happiness may be contingent on everyone else.
The future is so murky and that fucking terrifies me: that I may be peaking any moment and that's it.
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."