But maybe I can fake it.

I begin by saying the truth. And how I feel. And how broken everything is. And I intend to continue on, telling you what I want to do, and why.

But then I stop. I click END. "Are you sure you want to proceed? All data will be lost."

I pause, and then click okay. Close everything down.

Because I've just remembered that you don't want to hear from me like this.

Broken is no good.

My words are no good until I am good.

And I don't think I'll ever be.