Why do I lie to myself? My friend always asks me how am I doing. I got so sick and tired of this because he wouldn’t leave me alone. He knew I wasn’t fine. One night I carved this into my arm. The next day when he asked how I was, I pulled up my sleeve gave him a pissed off look and said ‘I’m fine’.
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