"I don't know." She shook her head and sighed. "Maybe I'm just clinging too hard. I'm just afraid I'll do or say something, or something will happen, and you won't be here. I feel like you're the only thing that makes sense, and I don't want to lose it. One way or the other."
Sighing she ran her hands over her eyes, "I don't know. I'm worried about so many things, and so many of those don't make sense or they're the wrong things to worry about." she set her arms on her legs and leaned her head in her hands. "Just grasping at straws."