No. I am never okay. Just because yesterday I seemed okay doesn’t mean I’m any less okay then I was yesterday. I still cried myself to sleep. And today feels worse because existing is a fucking chore. Some days I can’t keep up the smiles and laughter. Some days I can’t even look at you. I can’t talk. I’m dissociating too much and I don’t have the energy to keep up. Today will be over and maybe I’ll have the motivation to seem a little more okay then yesterday. But everyday my mind is a war zone. Nothing will change that. And everyday, I don’t feel like explaining for the ten thousandth time why I’m not okay. Just…leave me be.