In fact, out of all the things I'd hate for myself, being dependant comes in at the top.
So it scares me to ask-
Please tell me that I won't be left alone with me. Just this week. That I'm not falling apart as much as I think I already am.
Please tell me.
Because I've done it so long by myself, I don't know it I've got enough of me left anymore.
I think I need you.