I'll be fine.

Nothing matters anymore.
But that was inevitable, wasn’t it?
I’ve lied to everyone —
my friends,
family,
teachers,
acquaintances,
myself.
Nobody’s coming to save me.
I’m alone.
But that’s how it was meant to be, wasn’t it?
I’m alone.
That’s okay.
I’ll be fine.
That’s what I’ve been saying, hasn’t it?
So it must be true.
I can’t lie, after all.
So I don’t need to be saved.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.
I’ll be fine.