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What's sad is people ask often, but don't really want to know. It becomes a platitude. I don't tell anyone, purely because I'm sick of others judging me. I don't lie or hide it, I don't open up. I deflect. I be myself, but answer to no one but myself and God. Sheesh I sound like a snob. I'm not, I'm tired of others not caring about me as much as I try and care for them.
So, it makes sense how I'll answer the question. I can lie, tell others I'm great and completely exhaust myself by faking it. Or I can be the real me. Have one real friend and be as lonely as I've ever been. But that one friend who knows me, even though we spend so little time together online, is worth 100 fake friends.
Yes. I'm in a very dark place.
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