Don't Look Back In Anger.

Putting practice into play.

What did I say yesterday? "And you've asked me a thousand times if I'm okay, I daren't tell you that I'm not."... I would love to tell you what's wrong but I don't even know. Sometimes I'm a mess, I'm a wreck but I can't describe why.

I couldn't be more embarrassed. I know it's not what you think I think it is.

"Who broke my Heather?"
"You think I'm broken? I'm just temporarily on hold."
"That's a bit cryptic. Do explain, dearest."
"I love it when I'm cryptic! Can't I leave anything to the imagination? It's nothing really, just me being a big girl."
"I thought as much. Don't be silly, it's not what you think. She's like a little sister and I hate insest!"
"No! Don't you be silly! I told you, I'm not silly. I'm just... off right now."

You've hit the nail right on the head. I don't know.