I did it again. She asked me how I really am, I told her I was fine but she knew what I wrote here. That I’m actually not fine. I just can’t, I don’t want to drag her down into this mess. I don’t want her to worry about me, I don’t want her to know my fears. My outside shows you how I’m not afraid of anything but inside I am afraid that my fear comes and haunts me all over again. )
~15 year old boy~