"How are you doing?"
What I think:
Ha. Why even ask? It's not like you care or anything; no one does. I drown in my thoughts every single day of my life and no one cares. You asked, but did you REALLY ask? No. You asked to make conversation. You don't care about how I'm doing. You never did and you never will. You're just like everyone else.
What I say:
"Good, how about you?"
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Depression is my Drug
RandomTRIGGER WARNING Collection of depressing short stories and quotes. Some are mine, some aren't. Give credit to the writer if you recognize the owner please. Enjoy TRIGGER WARNING
