Everything Is FineYou ask and I lie.
I'm great. Just don't delve deeper.
I'm not okay. Not even close.
I've been on autopilot so long I'm scared to turn it off. I'll be like a blank page. bl
I'm on the verge of homelessness. I'm considering suicide. I'm eating myself to death. I pull out my own hair, because I find comfort in that. I hate myself. I hate the life I've created. I hate that I'm too gutless to turn it around.
So there it is. I'm great. Let's just not bother sorting thru what that really means.