It will happen for me.

Fine. Just fine. I'm exhausted with being only fine. I can't wait until the day where somebody asks me how I'm doing and i reply with, "I'm wonderful, things are going great for me." I'm drained, incredibly frail. I cannot stand when you ruin my high points. I was ten feet away from getting in a car crash, thank goodness i didn't. Only, after, i thought what if i did? That is a cowardly thought but, it ran through my head. I sometimes wonder if you would miss me if i wasn't around. All i really want is some comfort. Someone there. Someone brave and comforting, someone...there. I'm scatterbrained. This is far too much for my maturity level.