I’m not okay, I’ve never been okay. Nobody will allow me to say that.
I’m the gullible, happy, go-lucky, emotional support friend. The truth is I need help, and people make fun of me and talk behind my back every day, but I’m oblivious, don’t ask me about my emotions because I’ll make a joke to be played off as:
I’m okay.
But I’m not.
Nobody listens when I speak, or like what I like.
But the thing is there are people who have it so much worse, and I’m afraid that if I open up about my fear and anxiety,
I’ll be pushed off as some edgy kid who is doing it for attention.
But no, I never ask for anything too big, so this one time it’s too much to ask for support,
Thank you for at least skimming this.
