I'm okayI'm okay.
No seriously. I am.
I could be better. I could be in better financial condition. I could live in a big house. I could have a loving and supportive family that's always there for me. I could have tons of friends, have no health problems, and just be able to do whatever I want whenever I want. I could have everything I ever wanted, and never be sad. I could always be infinitely better.
I could be worse. I could have no money. I could be filing for bankruptcy. I could be homeless. I could have a family who was never there for me, or no family at all. I could have no friends, have a deadly, incurable disease, and be enslaved. I could never have anything I wanted or need, and always be severely depressed. I could always be infinitely worse.
Not that that explanation means anything.
Nobody wants to hear it anyway.
When they ask "How are you," they expect a normal, pleasant answer.
"I'm just fine."
"I'm doing alright."
Nobody actually wants to hear how you are.
"My mom i
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how dare youhow dare youhow dare you3 weeks ago in Emotional More Like This
how dare you ask me that
you ask me why i am discontent
discontent with living here
with existing here
you ask me why
with all these colours jumping and dancing in my head, beautiful scenes, green trees reaching upwards for impossible lengths and clear water cool and sweet, marbled butterfly wings and starry-night-painted deer, clouds fading away to a sky so close i can touch it, colour dripping from my very soul,
and you ask me why
when in my head there is a family waiting, friends who will always be there, friends standing there as if they never left, and friends who only i know, friends who will save me from myself and hold me till the end and will never let go, friends who are more of a family than my family is,
and you ask me why
why would i want anything else? why would i want to be anywhere else? why would i want to know anyone else and be with anyone else and be anyone else?
i sit here yet again in front of a dull computer screen with broken keys and