You see, the thing is, some people can just open up.
They can just crack their hearts open.
Spill out the truth.
I can’t.
I won't.
Because if I did, everyone would think I was insane.
Everyone would see me for what I really am.
A mess.
An unlovable mess.
Used and disgusting
Fat and fake.
Mean.
Crazy.
Damaged goods.
That's who I am.
Not some put-together girl who has a few issues.
Not someone who knows how to help.
I can’t help.
But I can make it worse.
So much worse.
It would be so much worse if I opened up.
Trust me.