I can't.

Present.

I don't know if I can go through with this.

Days ago I was ready to just say it, write it, let everyone in. And now, somehow, I can't.

I'm scared that people won't understand or they'll think differently about me.

Maybe this is my way of filtering friends.

I related to Coraline in such a weird way.

Sometimes I just want someone to ask what happened, ya know?

It's like they found out part and didn't care to ask anything about it.

Confession.

All of my friends left me when I needed them the most.

This is what I know of friendship.

This is why I can't let this off my heart.

Cause what if they leave me too?