What I say:
I'm okay.
What I mean to say:
Nothing's going right, and nothing ever will. I can't stand myself. I'm awful. I'm ugly. Look at my best friend. Look at how pretty she is. She doesn't even try. I'm so jealous of her. There he goes, ignoring me again. I hate myself. Why do I have to whine so much? No one cares about me. Why should they? I'm a waste of air, anyway. I'm always alone, and I hate it. Why does everyone make things up about me? I'm not anorexic. I'm not emo. Stop lying! I hate it! I hate you! I hate everything!