Uncommon or random displays of misery, despair, heartache, or gloominess that is sometimes accompanied by the act of weeping, bawling, or crying
She would be sitting in class, she'd be on the couch watching reruns of her favorite television show, she'd be out with friends, or she'd be trying to sleep when she gets hit with a random feeling of sadness. She wouldn't even be thinking about him, but she would feel broken, more than usual, and say that she needs to go home, or tell herself that she needs to relax.
"Are you okay?"
She never knew the correct response to such a complicated three word question. Should she lie? Do they want her to lie? Maybe they want to hear a lie because the truth will be too boring or too cliché or too stupid and she doesn't think she can handle anyone's judgment through the tears and the heartbreak and the intolerable misery and loneliness that she can't help but feel.
So the person who asked the dreaded question stands there waiting for an answer from the bruised and broken down girl, probably feeling awkward as they sit there and watch her cry as she occasionally laughs at how much of a joke her life has turned out to be.
"Holy shit, I should have my own reality TV show. I feel like my joke of a life could make one lucky network very rich because viewers would either like it or think 'oh shit her life is such a train wreck that it's painful to watch yet I can't look away.' I obviously don't look like a Kardashian or have a cool enough family for a show like that so I'm shooting for a show with more of a Sixteen and Pregnant or a Real Housewives of blah blah blah county vibe to it. However, I'm not pregnant and I'm not a housewife so I can't join a show, so might as well just give me my own show. I mean, the worst thing that could happen is it gets cancelled and it's so bad that the whole network gets taken off of TV's in living rooms everywhere."
She feels bad for the person hearing her rant about how shitty her life is through her tears and uncontrollable sobbing. They probably can't even understand her, but it feels so good to finally get that weight off of her chest, even if it is only five pounds. She doesn't even know why she's crying, it's not like anything triggered it. She's like that nowadays, she'll cry out of nowhere making everyone around her so uncomfortable that they can't stand to be around her. It doesn't faze her.
"I'm completely fine."
She comes to find that people would much rather hear the three word response than the paragraph.
