I'm fine.

I'm not okay, I want to cry a lot.

I'm dying inside, it's getting harder to think positive.

I'm a ticking time bomb, I might die soon.

I'm a hot mess but I'm still living, breathing, loving, crying, laughing, smiling, frowning, screaming, singing, hiding, and dancing. 

Stop saying I'm fine and start saying,"I'm just a hot mess, and that's normal."