You can't tell me to feel.

Okay with everything that has happened, I should be really happy right now. (Paramore was just mind-blowingly good. Just no way to describe it.) But instead I'm worried. Cracks are starting to show. And I'm shrinking back behind my wall of distrust.

I wasn't kidding when I said I'm an 11. Though I'm rather good at pretending I'm only a 5.