I’m Miserable — This Is How I Deal with It

Don't ask me how I am. Just don't do it. Asking me how I am will only result in one of two things: a dishonest answer or honest tears. I don't particularly care for either outcome. This is because I'm miserable. I'm hellaciously depressed and have recently undergone a couple of unfortunate situations. i do the best I can to ignore all that — after all, nothing can be done — but when I think about how I am, I get really upset. I know how I am. I'm horrible.