Sarah tilted her head the woman, her eyes taking in the warmth of her smile.<strong>"Not really...no I don't have a problem per-say."</strong>she began. Who was she kidding though, she was locked up in the looney bin for turning her boyfriend into a human pin-cushion. She tried to return the smile and glanced down at the hand that covered hers.<strong>"But thanks, I'll remember that. I'm sure I'll need someone to confide in that's not going to analyze everything I say."</strong>she bit her lip lightly. She hated these moods of hers, the touch, the simple touch that normally wouldn't make her feel like curling up in a corner and crying, it was driving her nuts.<br/><br/>She was so used to being the touchy feely one, the one that burst any and all personal bubbles. She just wanted to sleep and wake up normal for once instead of never knowing what could change her mind through the day. She forced herself to cover the hand that covered hers and gave yet another weak smile.<strong>"Can I ask why you're here?</strong>she said, feeling it might bee a bit personal, but she felt like she wouldn't be rid of the girl either way so she might as well find out what had happened.