I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. If I’m not fine, I’ll be fine. I’ll be okay. I’ll be alright. I’m okay and I will be okay. I will be because that’s what I keep telling myself, but the truth is, it’s unbearable—the weight, the pressure, and the burden is just growing and growing. The truth is, I don’t know what to do, but I keep telling myself I’m fine and maybe that’s why I’m so, so tired all the time because I don’t know where to vent my problems. I don’t know where or who to go to for my troubles and it’s just all here. It’s just all inside and I’m just waiting. I’m just waiting until I breakdown or reach my breaking point again and again. The truth is, I’m not fine and I haven’t been fine for a long while now. The truth is, I do want someone there for me, but all at once, I don’t. The truth is, I’m not fine and I’m just exhausted and I can’t stop feeling tired and it’s annoying me because it’s not a great feeling to hold or feel all the time for a long period of time now. I feel my body growing weaker and weaker, and the moment the pressure breaks, I can feel myself shaking and shattering all in that moment. I can feel myself shaking so, so much and I’ll end up crying from all the emotions I held inside. It’ll burst, but I don’t know when and I don’t know how much longer I can hold onto this. The truth is, I’m drowning in despair and I’m trying to swim, but I’m just constantly drowning and as much as I tell myself, I’m going to be alright, I know it won’t happen for a long time until I can feel myself drop and everything unravels into the darkness.