I am so scared. I am crying and I can not stop,
The screen I  am using to type is blurred.
I am a violent, emotional, nervous wreck.
Tomorrow marks the day. Six months
And I can not imagine what I will do.
I want to know exactly what you think.
Tell me, with details, no short, whimsical
Answers. Tell me how much I have changed.
I don't like this. You look at me in a different way,
I've seen it. Don't you dare tell me otherwise.
You looked just as scared as I felt today.
Admit it. You're scared.

Don't lie to me, I hate it.
But I love you, so it is okay.