I fucking need you, but I can’t fucking say it. When I’m at my fucking lowest, when everything is fucking falling apart, I need you fucking there, your fucking smile, your company, but I don’t know how the fuck to ask for it. It’s fucking easier to just pull away, to act like I’ve got it all fucking handled, because asking for help feels fucking weak. I’ve been building these fucking walls so high that even when I’m fucking desperate for you, I still push you the fuck away.