I guess that there's always something wrong with me. That's why people hardly ever ask me if everything is okay, anymore. They stopped caring. Because when I make it clear that I'm not okay, people don't ask if I'm okay.

"I just want to die, but I don't deserve death.
I just want to cry, but I don't deserve to die yet.
I tell you I'm fine, but I lie if I can get away with it."

I guess people are sick and tired of hearing me complain about stupid things.