Good.

( She desperately did not want to be miserable right now. Not with Meryl in her lap, making plans for a picnic date, but it was so hard not to. )

I'm not, and you should know that. ( It was perhaps the most serious she had been since they met. ) I'm needy and emotional and terrified of not being good enough. I haven't - people normally don't like me like this, and it's hard to believe it when they say it. So just... be patient with me. I'm trying to do better, but I know I'm going to fuck up.