I don't mean it, I know I don't... but sometimes I think that I don't care what's wrong with me, as long as they figure it out soon. I want to know.
What is wrong with me?
Is it something I'm doing? Is it something I'm doing to myself?
In America, everyone begins every greeting with, "How are you?" and... and... I hate it.
'cause I want to answer the question but I don't want to get into it.
I want to be honest but I really don't think my body is a topic of interest or importance.
When they ask, some care, but most are asking because we ask.
but I feel like a liar if I tell them fine because I'm not fine.
Well, I am. Sometimes I am. I feel like a human, and that's great.