confidence

I might pretend I don't feel well, even though I'm strong as ever, just so no one minds when I spend the evening in bed.

And you might stop by to visit anyway, not minding the blankets pulled up to my chin, and sit down on the floor next to me and talk for three hours about melancholy and the end of the world and elections.

When you say, 'I feel like I'm never going to be great!' I bite my tongue so I don't say, 'me neither, but I honestly don't mind,' because the last thing I want to do is bring me back into the picture.

It's one of those days when your best friend tells you, 'I've never seen you like this--you're being so vulnerable,' and you wonder what the hell is wrong with you to never have been been vulnerable before.