Popcorn for dinner

If he’d only ask me, What’s up? I would say,

I had popcorn and a coke for dinner tonight.

I haven’t slept more than 4 hours at a time in the past week or so.

I haven’t created with all of me since I was a teenager, or ever.

I miss my dead friend very badly.

Fear makes me shut down or blindly leap, never in between.

Nobody knows about my stash, and I think I broke my arm.

What’s up with you?