Nothing to worry about

Hey, farmboy, how are you?

Oh, man, I'm...I'm okay I guess.

No you're not. What's bothering you?

I'm just a little bit sad, you know, a little bit worried. Why? I don't exactly know. My mind goes from one worry to another and, well...I'm gonna be in bed in a couple of hours, so I'm just gonna unwind and not let it get me down deeper. Nothing to worry about.

You sure?

I think so. I'm on the lookout for it.

It?

You know, depression, panic, anxiety...fuckin' mental illness, man. But it's not there yet. I'm on the lookout.

Can I help, farmboy?

I will let you know and I won't delay about it. I take this shit seriously.

Good to hear. Talk to me tomorrow, okay?

I will. Thanks for listening.