When I get asked "How are you doing?", I want to answer truthfully, but I know that no one wants to hear that. So I say "allright" and move on. Im not allright. My mind is like my stomach after an all night bender at finbar. It goes in and out of feeling weird, complacent, anxious, sad, jelous, happy, confused, wonder, and a variety of other
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