coughed up my heart in the last stall...

sometimes i say the wrong thing, make the wrong face. i feel like at times I make it difficult to be loved, to be liked, to be considered a friend. I don't mean to do it. things just get lost in translation, lost words, contexts, actions, faces, ect. guess it's that fear of being alone, left behind, forgotten.

it's fine.
i'm fine.
we are fine.