I should’ve said all those unsaid words, but honestly, I didn’t think it was the right time can sure be a kick in the ass.

You know, don’t you?

All those “how are you doing” questions followed by “I’m good” responses?

Bunch of bullshit, right?

But I caught on pretty quick that I can’t fool everyone. It’s not that people don’t care how I’m doing anymore; they’ve just given up on how to ask without getting answers.

I have a reasonable explanation for my answer, though.

I don’t know what the fuck is up.

It’s either that, or it’s a complete combination of so much shit going on that I don’t know where the fuck to start.

I’ve tried therapy, but why would I want to keep talking to an older white lady just for her to tell me I’ve got more issues than I’m leading on?

I know, lady; I’ve got fucking problems that you could never understand, so why am I bothering talking to you?

So yea, I think it’s a lot easier to say I’m good. Wouldn’t you?

I’m not saying that anybody has thrown the weight of the world on my shoulders, but I can admit that I’ve put the weight of the world on my back, and I feel like I can’t drop it now.

Maybe one day I’ll be able to share; until then, I’ll keep pounding on this keyboard to see if I can read back on it and understand.

So in the meantime, I’m good.