Friday night and my usual self is M.I.A.

In the far dark corner by the chain link fence, you take me for a walk because you're one of the few people who can see inside my head. And you ask me what's wrong, telling me to not worry about how it comes out or how it sounds. You're one of the few people I feel like I can trust my insecurities and overanalysis and paranoia with. Even then, it's hard for me to get out. And you always get how I'm feeling. Thank you for that. You understand how it feels to not know anything about how you're feeling and yet know exactly what's going through your head and heart at the same time. Because when we say we're "just tired" or that we don't know what's wrong, the truth is that we do know, we just don't want to verbalize it.

I really don't want this to ever come up again because I've let it out and that is all I asked for.

--Lauren

[what was ... what will be]