I am not okay.
I cry a lot, and I hate myself.
My body, my personality, everything.
I haven’t been getting enough sleep lately, and there are bags under my eyes.
“Is something wrong?” Only everything. But I don’t say that.
I say, “I’m just tired.” And they believe me, because I lie very well.
But I guess I wasn’t really completely lying, because I am tired.
So very tired.
