TheResilientLotus

I hate being asked how I am doing. Not only am I not too keen on small talk, but I have way too much going on that I can’t even give a short, honest answer. You would probably think I need to be medicated or something if I told you the truth. So I end up answering with the lie that I am fine. 

It has become this weird almost like expected conversation when you see another human being. But the truth is, if you are asking, you aren’t close enough or safe enough for me to answer.