I am not okay!

There I said it. Now I need you to stop for I do not want to unfold myself to you. I’m afraid that if you keep on questioning I’ll let you know, all the flaws and all the imperfections. I’ll expose all my wounds and you might want to fix me then. And I’m afraid if you do that i’ll start holding on to you. And maybe one day if you would want to leave I wouldn’t be able to let you. But eventually I would. And i’m afraid that after I do that I will never be able to make myself feel whole again.