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"Hey."

"Hey."

"Are you alright?"

"No. Heh, I'm not alright. At all."

"What's wrong?"

"I'm never alright. I'm always on the verge of something but I never take off-"

"Li-"

"It's because I'm afraid. I've always been afraid. Afraid to show everything that's inside of me, afraid that I might show something that's not even real. Once it gets down to the point where you're questioning your own memories for validity.. I don't know."

"Can you just tell me what's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that I've the same place that I was four years ago, walking through these woods feeling completely sorry for myself and on the verge of crying, but not, because some one might see and I'm afraid that they'll see how I'm feeling. That's why I always tell you I'm alright, I'm afraid that you'll see. I don't want anyone to see, I have this sick fixation with everyone thinking that I'm something mighty. I enjoy to be the one people go to, at least some people. I have this obsession with being the level headed one that can always help. If I ever tell you I'm not alright then.. I don't know. It's trust, it's all about trust, and I don't trust easily. I don't even know how I can be the level headed one, I'm so all over the place with my emotions. That's why people love me, because I try, but I'm never alright, there's always something underneath my skin, or my bones, or my organs, eating away at any happiness there is. It's because no one knows, no one knows anything, the humiliating truth. We're all hopeless, I think.

"The thing is that I'm just a kid trying to be an adult and I feel as though I missed my chance to be a kid. Don't feel bad though, you can't make a time machine for me."